#labyrinth x reader

pairing: jareth the goblin king x reader

part 2 of nowhere man

notes: when i wrote part 1 of this i had no idea i was going to do a sequel (hence why it’s been nearly a year) but i’m actually really happy with this fic :)

word count: 2.6k

You're not sure how it happened. One minute you'd been walking about the castle, reading one of the few books you'd found in the castle library that was in a language you understood, and the next you'd been falling through the floor down a narrow passage. You suspected a bitter goblin was behind it but couldn't be sure, it had all happened so suddenly. Maybe Jareth had been behind you but you doubted it. Something in the air seems to shift in his presence and you don't remember feeling anything out of the ordinary except surprise. The fall is something of a painful blur and you're somewhat dazed when you finally hit the ground.

Falling all the way into the labyrinth brings back an onslaught of memories, none of them good.

You've never actually run the labyrinth. Given that you had been offered up to the Goblin King, it had never been required of you. In a particularly heated argument when you'd first arrived the King had threatened to put you in here but had fallen short of actually doing so in what he had described as 'an act of mercy'. You'd walked through it together a few times though, Jareth liked to walk you round to display the magnificence of it on days when he was in a particularly good mood, usually because a runner had once again failed to escape it. Being here unaccompanied was much more unnerving.

It only takes a few unknown sounds coming from somewhere in the distance for you to decide to start walking.

Please feel free to post anything you feel like about it!!! Imagines or full works or whatever, you wrote jareth so well💔💔💔

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"metamorphosis" platonic!yandere!jareth & past runner!new fae!preteen!gn!reader [oneshot] ! !

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description; You were once a runner of the Labyrinth, one of the many that failed to complete the challenge in time-- but in a desperate plea to save your younger sibling from becoming a Goblin, you volunteered to stay in their stead. Too old to become a Goblin, you became a 'guide' meant to lead runners astray; the Goblin King should've known better to think you would've actually helped him in that way. Of course you'd disobey him, but for some reason, he doesn't seem all that bothered about it.

additional notes; heeey... how ya'll dooinnggg... I accidentally took a bit of a break because i was having seizures and needing to be hospitilized!! whoopsie!! even though i don't post on ao3, the curse still hit me. but i'm better now!!! and i finally finished this!! i hope i did well!!! i also literally lOVE david bowie, i also love 80s, dark fantasy, jim henson & jennifer conneoly and i blame it all on Labyrinth. or most of it at least. YIPPEE

warnings; possessive behavior, jareth being cryptic, jareth is non-human therefore does not abide by human culture/morals nor understand it fully, past kidnapping, reader took the place of their younger sibling after failing to complete their run, non-consensual body modification (reader unknowingly becomes a fae), restraints (reader's wrists/hands are tied), and if there's anymore i miss, please lmk!!! once i write something, i seem to instantly forget it </3

w/c; 4.1k

It was supposed to be a little joke-- you wishing your sibling away to The Goblin King. It was just a story, obviously; you'd said it to scare them, that's all.

You never thought it could actually be real, otherwise you wouldn't have done it. It was just a fairytale--! but you found it rather difficult to cling onto that idea when The Goblin King appeared before you, in the flesh; telling you to either run his Labyrinth or give up right then and there.

Go back to your life without your sibling, that he'd use his magic to fill the gap they left in everyone else's mind. Wipe their chubby little face from family photos, make it seem like their school desk was always empty; their half of the room would be gone, and it'd seem like it was always just your room.

But you'd still know, even if The Goblin King tried to wipe your memory or whatever, you know that, deep down, you'd still feel like something was wrong. A nagging itch in the back of your mind, that there was something missing.

It'd drive you mad, not knowing what that something was. But even more-so, if you did remember them, it'd drive you insane. The idea that you could've saved them from your stupid mistake, but didn't take the chance.

13 hours seemed like plenty of time to get it done; but The Goblin King played dirty. You should've known, that he wouldn't make it easy for you. When the clock chimed 13, appearing in front of your face, a pit formed in your stomach.

In a last ditch effort, as The Goblin King appeared before you once again, stood beside the intricate golden clock-- you begged, pleading that there had to be another way.

By the end of it, you traded places. Your freedom for your younger sibling's, who got to return home under the impression that this was all one big dream. Got to come home to their own room, no traces of you left; got to greet your parents as their only child.

Like it'd always been that way.

Obviously, you weren't so lucky. In place of your little sibling getting turned into a goblin, you were now tasked with being a 'guide' for the new runners.

You were supposed to guide them away from the Labyrinth, convince them that it wasn't worth it to continue on. That whoever they wished away was a lost cause, and there was no point in trying.

The Goblin King should've known better than to think you'd go along with it. You know that he's watching your every move, he has eyes all over-- in form of his subjects, the creatures lining the Labyrinth, his crystal balls, and probably some other means that you aren't yet privy to.

There's no solid way to tell how long you've been here, but you keep track of it by how many runners come and go. Time works strangely here, you're sure of it. Why wouldn't it? The Goblin King was already capable of so much more.

So far, you've encountered 7 runners. 3 of which claimed to be from the past, 2 who didn't speak any language you knew, and one that was from the near future. The 7th was eerily close to you, in a similar spot as you'd been.

Her name was Sarah, and she, by far, had been the one to make it the furthest. From what you've heard, she made it. She did what you couldn't, and saved her little brother at no expense to herself.

You wouldn't know, since you got a bit too bold in your way of helping her; you were 'deactivated', in a way. You just collapsed suddenly, on the groups way to the Goblin city. Fallen into a deep sleep,

One you, realistically, should not have woken up from. You weren't dumb, you knew what happened to those who disobeyed The Goblin King past the point of his own amusement.

And you knew that, at least on some level, he must've known you were helping the other runners. But he must've found your efforts entertaining, didn't see it as a real threat.

Not until you succeeded in what you thought was a pointless kind of endeavor, and actually helped a runner succeed where so many others had failed. You can't take all the credit--

But you're going to take the brunt of the punishment for it, you're certain. Yes, Hoggle had also been a large help to Sarah; so had Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Ambrosius;

In The Goblin King's mind, though, you were different. You were not his subject, you were not a creature of the Labyrinth. Before you arrived, he'd never had any issues like this. With his subjects defecting like they had,

You were the perfect scapegoat, you realize now. Sat in front of The Goblin King's throne, legs criss-cross-apple-sauce and your arms bound behind you with... vines, you believe; you've come to expect the worse.

For a while now, The Goblin King has been sitting in his throne, staring at you. Studying you, like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The throne room was eerily silent, only faint, very faint, sounds from outside could be heard from here.

And for a while, you'd been zoned out. Eyes on The Goblin King, but not looking at him. Eyes glazed over, hardly blinking-- off in another world. A world where you didn't do this to yourself, still living happily with your parents and younger sibling.

"Human's are stubborn little things, aren't they?" Is what broke the silence, and you jolted in place at the suddenness of it. Quickly, you blinked away any residual dryness from your eyes, before casting your eyes to the ground.

It was interesting, the stones were uneven and different colors. Some where more sparkly than others, some were a normal gray while others were fantastical shades of purple, or green, or something of the like.

You weren't here to admire the floor, though.

A few beats of silence passed, before you realized he wanted a response. Voice croaky, throat dry from fear, you quickly agreed "...Yeah." You don't know what he wants from you, in any sense of the word.

He leaned forward in his throne, arms folded and braced atop his knees. On reflex, you look up at him to see how his hair fell around his face, framing it like you imagine a halo would to an angel, in a tangential kind of way.

Which he very much isn't, but he was ethereal like one. That's how Fae used to lure in weary travelers and lost children in the woods, yeah? Their beauty?

He studied you for a few moments more, before suddenly saying "You've began to change." Well that was-- cryptic. And you should knew better than to prod, you really should--

And you do, but that doesn't mean to you heed it.

"How?" Something you couldn't quite name curled deep in your gut, a primal kind of terror that you've never felt before. Not like your are now. The Goblin King didn't respond immediately, and you feared the worse.

You feared that you'd ticked him off even more than you already did, with how you (supposedly) paved the way for a runner to conquer the Labyrinth. Something that didn't happen very often, you've been told.

It should've brought relief, when he opened his mouth to speak-- and didn't seem angry. But you can never tell with him, you think. Fae are tricky like that, or so you've heard. Despite being in his... employ(?) for however long you've been, you don't interact with him much.

This would be your... 4th, maybe 5th if you're being generous, time meeting with him since you failed your run at his Labyrinth. You don't have much to go off of for his behavior, and for all you know, he could be livid right now. Masking it-- you aren't sure.

In a shocking turn of events, he decided against what he was going to say. Instead, he closed his mouth and reached forward-- it took all your energy not to violently flinch back, as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

Tender in a way you didn't think he could be, especially not to you. it's a trick, something in the back of your mind hissed. he's tricking you.

But you can't do anything about it, so you just sit impossibly still-- like a statue, as you try to keep your trembling under check. Staring into the eyes of your inevitable end, like you were, was bound to make you nervous.

Slowly, gentle in the way you'd be gentle with something fragile-- like he was handling a priceless porcelain doll, delicate and easy to crack with one wrong move--, the Goblin King guided your head to the left.

He kept you in place for a bit, studying you-- he had no care to disguise what his intent was, so you caught on rather quickly. You aren't sure how long you two stayed like that, until he gently guided your head to the right.

what's the point? you think to yourself, swallow past the lump in your throat. what is he getting out of this?

The relief you felt when he pulled his hand back was almost crushing in its weight, you felt like you could collapse from it right then and there. But you knew that the worst has yet to pass, as you chance a glance up, and catch the Goblin King looking lost in thought.

Reclining in his throne once again, elbow propped on an arm of the ornate chair, chin propped up against his hand-- he simply stared at you. Hands curling along the hem of your shirt, you dare to ask "What are you going to do with me?"

You reason with yourself, that it can't already get worse than this. The Goblin King despises when people 'talk back to him', when they don't play along with his tricks and games. Acts amiable until you become a disturbance to his ever-important amusement,

But really, you must already be at rock bottom with him. You're a scapegoat, you'd figured that out quite some time ago; the quicker this is over with, the better.

The stone floor wasn't the most comfortable surface to sit on, and your muscles began to ache from sitting in one position for so long. Being as tense as you had been for the last... however long you've been stuck here. Again, not very easy to tell the passage of time in a place like the Goblin King's realm.

And to your blatant shock, the Goblin King didn't immediately snap at you for interrupting his thinking. Instead, he... smiled, and it made your skin crawl. Scared you more than if he'd just straight-up yelled at you, or turned you into a toad or whatever.

"That's what I'm deciding on, little one." He's called you that before, little one, so that's not what caught you off guard. Not as much as the tone he said it in,

Usually, he was mocking about it. Like he couldn't bother to even remember your name, let alone use it; it lent him an air of superiority, the inherent power dynamics to that of an elder and a younger.

It sounded almost fond, not entirely devoid of what you could interpret as mocking, but softened to the point where it could pass for some friendly teasing.

A part of you wanted to push him, to tell him 'well decide faster, i'm getting bored' just to get it over with. The anxiety of it all was awful, waiting for him to come to an agreement with himself. In the end, he was probably well aware of it,

He just wanted to drag your torment out even further. Wring the last few drops of entertainment from you before tossing you aside-- you'd more than ran your course. You were an outsider, something strange between a runner and an inhabitant of the Labyrinth.

But you didn't tell him to get on with it, for one reason or another. You continued to sit there, staring up at him-- hoping he'd come to a conclusion soon. Whatever he did, it wouldn't be pleasant for you.

Execution? Banishment to the Barrens outside of the Labyrinth's walls? Sentencing you to become a punishing bag/training dummy for the Goblin warriors? Leave you to rot in an oubliette?

Really, the options were endless. maybe that's why he was having such a hard time choosing between them.

Suddenly, he broke the silence by cryptically asking "Have you noticed anything different?", and it was far too vague for you to even know where to begin "I... pardon me?"

His laughter sounded like bells, light and airy and chiming-- it felt more like a funeral toll than church bells. Slow and damning, a sentence of your demise in-of-itself. "Ah, excuse me for being so general about it. Allow me to specify,"

Leaning forward from his throne once again, the Goblin King's smile resembled that of a wolf. It took everything in you not to lean back--Jesus, you'd never noticed how sharp his canines were. It was disturbing. Lending him more of an uncanny feel than before,

"Have you felt any different, as of late?" Waving his hand aimlessly by the side of his head, he was begin listing different examples of these 'differences' he was looking for. "Maybe you can see better, you don't need to sleep as much, can go longer without food or water...?"

Cautiously, you nodded your head. But that's just an affect of the Labyrinth, isn't it? Even when you were running it, you didn't feel tired or particularly hungry during it.

Then again, maybe it was the fear of your situation and desperation to reach the castle in time that kept your mind off of those subjects. The human physiology can do funny things under immense and prolonged amounts of stress, you know that much.

Grin stretching impossibly wider, his teeth on full display-- almost like he was baring them, making it even more difficult to stop from shaking under his suffocating presence-- he leaned back into his throne, head thrown back,

And he laughed. The ones he'd done before paled in comparison to this one, like comparing the fire on a matchstick to the one of a forest fire's. Full bodied and winding, almost like a hyenas. Edging on hysterical, like this was the funniest thing he'd ever encountered.

You don't know if that meant something good, or something terribly bad for your fate. On one hand, maybe you were so entertaining he's decided to let you live-- but then again, he could be tricking you.

It's hard to tell with the Goblin King, with any type of Fae, as you've come to learn. Even the lesser sorts, like the little Fairies that reside just outside the wall of the Labyrinth that communicate only in squeaks and other vocalizations-- are tricky sorts of creatures.

Ethereal and beautiful, you'd expect them to be kind and benevolent. Not to take any chance they get to sink their awfully sharp teeth into your palm; not to eat, maybe just to cause needless harm. Giggling about it after the fact, taking joy in the distress they cause.

And you had half the mind to stand and try to run-- your hands were bound, but your legs were not. It's not like that'd make much of a difference, because either way you can't escape whatever the Goblin King has planned.

But still, some part of your pride remained. Made your gut twist in discomfort as he laughed right at you, not a care in the world-- why was he laughing? It irked you, more than if you'd known what exactly he was laughing about.

When he was done with the hysterics, his head tilted down as he delicately wiped a tear from the edge of his eye, you felt something... shift. Practically saw it, in the strange emotion(s) he held in his gaze when he opened his eyes to look at you again.

"Do you know how long you've been here?" And this you can answer completely honestly, shaking your head slowly. Refusing to take your eyes off of him now, afraid that if you do, he'll do something when you aren't looking. Then you'll never see anything again.

"You've been here... hm, I suppose it's been a decade or so by your standards." No-- that can't be it. He's lying! Or-- well, Fae can't lie, but he certainly has to be stretching the truth.

But time works differently in the Labyrinth, so that can't be much cause for concern. Despite that explanation, you can't ease the worry, or the fear curling around every part of your mind.

Leaning forward again-- good god, this man doesn't like to stay still, does he?-- he puts his hand on your head this time. If he noticed your flinch when he did so, he didn't comment on it.

Didn't do anything further, just kept his hand atop your head as he continued speaking "I'm not one to keep track of those sorts of things; but it's odd, now that the fact has come to my attention. You stopped aging shortly after you began your... tenure."

He sounded far too smug, calling your semi-involuntary stay in his realm, under his control-- as a tenure. Like this was some run-of-the-mill office job.

Jackass.

When he doesn't continue, you grow bold as time drags on in silence. Asking in a biting tone "So? The Labyrinth handles time weirdly. That doesn't mean anything." He snorts "My, you act as if you know my Labyrinth better than I do."

You bit your tongue on that one, it felt too much like bait. Like he wanted to coax you into a greater offense, just so he could snap at you for it. But that would be too logical for him, if he wanted to be mad at you, then he would've already done so, yeah?

The Goblin King hummed, his fingers began to card through your hair in what you assume was meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it only put you more on edge.

"But no, it does mean something." You don't know how to feel about it, when he takes his hand away from your head just to stand from his throne. Beginning to pace around the room, you try to follow his movements all the while.

The sly smile on his face let you know that he was more than aware of that fact. He must be basking in it, your unease. Your fear of what was to come "Do you know what it means, since you seem to know so much about my Labyrinth?"

Yeah, he was definitely baiting you-- but for what? Surely not to get mad at you, because, again, if he wanted to do that than he already would have. what was the point of this all? You asked yourself before responding.

Not like you had much choice, either way he'll get what he wants. Whatever that may be, well, you'll just have to wait and see.

"...I'm becoming apart of the Labyrinth?" That made the most sense. it didn't scare you nearly as much as it should, the idea that you're becoming apart of this realm-- because for all intents and purposes, you may as well already be apart of it.

An outsider in technical terms, still far too human to be a formally regarded resident of the realm; but you know you're never going to leave here. Not alive, at least-- and you'll never be back to your actual life.

Becoming apart of Labyrinth might be a blessing in disguise, really. Hopefully you don't lose yourself to madness, though. You'd like to keep as much of your mind as possible.

Maybe he'll spare you because you're becoming one of his subjects. Perhaps he thinks that means you'll have to obey his every whim--

Suddenly, he stops dead in his track-- facing away from you at first, he slowly turns, that wide, wolfish grin still on his face as he tilts his head to the side "Hmm, not quite! Closer than I thought you'd be, though."

Heart pumping faster than it ever had before, your vision blurred as the Goblin stepped forward. The click-click-click of his heeled boots made your heartrate spike, and just as your ears began to ring; your felt his hand tuck itself beneath your chin, pull your head up so you could truly look him in the eye.

"No, darling little nestling." ...Well, that was new! Miraculously, you held back a frown at the, uh, pet name(?). For now, at least. "Something similar, though."

Why does he hate being straight-forward? Does he always have to drag it out like this-- seriously, it was beginning to get on your nerves. It always did, but then again, your meetings with him were never this long, so you were never exposed to it in large increments.

He pouted, overdramatic and obviously fake "Aren't you going to ask me what I mean?" You want to stay quiet for once, not give him what he wants. The way his fingers ever-so-slightly dig into the flesh of your jaw, however, makes you grit out a "What do you mean?"

"Hm." He said, like he was going to comment on the tone you used, but he didn't do anything further like you thought he would. His grip loosened up, but his hand never stopped holding your head in place "The Labyrinth's taken a liking to you, supposes I've been lonely as of late."

You always found it strange, how he speaks about the Labyrinth like it was a living thing. And maybe it was-- you couldn't be sure, of course the Goblin King would know. So it probably is sentient, at least to some degree, but to what degree? You don't know.

There's some other evidence to prove that the Labyrinth isn't entirely inanimate, piecing it together lends truth to the idea that it isn't just some building or piece of land. That it was an entity, one that the goblin King supposedly had a close bond with.

"You have the Goblins?" You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, quickly shutting your mouth after saying it-- like that'd do anything to undo what you just said. Luckily (or maybe unluckily, you can't be too sure), Jareth didn't take it to heart. He just huffed, and raised one brow "And you think they'd make good company?"

"How can you be lonely with so many creatures-- The Goblins are always hanging around you." You're done for-- or maybe not. The Goblin King is so weird, never know if he'll be angered when talked back to, or if he'll find it entertaining and let you off the hook.

He rolled his eyes, before crouching down-- now at eye level, he seemed even more intimidating than before, believe it or not. "None of them are like me, all too simple minded for me to truly consider them company."

"I'm not either. If I was just a bit younger, I would've been a Goblin." You aren't too sure about the cutoff range for a Goblin was, but you'd guess around... 7 or 8 at the oldest. Bit of a reach, 'just a bit younger' was, but it was still kind of true. There was no set meaning for 'just' after all, could mean whatever you wanted in the moment.

His grin faltered for a moment-- you almost missed it, too focused on your throat closing up from fear in the moment, but happened to catch it by pure coincidence. It was reinstated just as quickly as it'd began to fall, but you know you saw something.

"But you aren't. You're becoming a Fae," His hand shifted from holding your chin to cupping the side of your face. Too familiar, too kind-- gentle, warm, like he actually cared for you. "I can't just toss you out after that, can I? It's quite obvious that you'd make a fantastic heir when the time comes."

You're just so lost that you don't even bring up why you were here in the first place-- you helped a runner to the end. If anything, you'd be the worst fit for an.. an heir!

"I'm not--" You try to argue, the Goblin King frowns and scoffs, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, your mouth shuts so quickly that your teeth click together with the force of it. "Hush. Nothing you can say will sway me on this,"

Other hand cupping the other side of your face, he shook your head side-to-side for a moment, grin back on his face as he continued to observe you. "Yes, I think you'd do quite nicely. You'll be the most spoiled child in the realm-- can't have anything less for my heir, now can I? How does that sound?"

Imagine Jareth asking you for a dance

It was probably obvious to everyone that this was your first time at one of the Goblin King’s masquerades balls with the way you staring at the room in awe but you paid no mind to that. How could you not admire the lavish decorations, the soothing music that filled the room, and gaze starry-eyed at all the beautiful outfits and masks the other guests were wearing.

Even though you had gone to your fair share of dances, they certainly could not live up to the ones the Goblin King hosted. There certainly was a reason why those who attended bragged to their friends who didn’t get an invitation much to the latter’s envy and dismay. It made you happy when you received one, finally going to be able to see the inside of the adored king’s castle in all its extravagance.

You had been talking with one of your friends, trying to see if you could guess who was behind the mask based on the person’s behavior and appearance when a hush fell over the room. Looking toward the staircase, you both watched as the Goblin King descended from the stairs to join his party. Even with the mask, it was easy to recognize him. With that telltale blonde hair and the aura that encompassed him, there was no way it couldn’t be him.

Everyone watched as he walked around the room. At every ball he hosted, he arrived with no date and instead picked someone new to have the ball’s first dance with. It was a position everyone wished to be in as the person who was chosen would be the talk of the kingdoms for ages. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as he neared them and they let out a sigh of disappointment when he passed them over.

for all the things my hands have held (jareth the goblin king x gender neutral!reader, labyrinth)

“Five hours.”

His fingertips curl idly around the crystal sphere cupped in his palm, his body a languid sprawl atop the lip of the labyrinth.

“Damn,” you mutter, curling dirty palms around your knees as you attempt to catch your breath. Five hours, huh? Better than the four hours it had taken Jareth to find you last time, or the two before that, but still. 

You feel the weight of the Goblin King’s fierce gaze baring down upon your bent head. “You’re filthy.”

You scowl, dusting off your clothes with a few swipes of impatient hands. “I fell,” you return sourly. The distant sound of wingbeats had startled you into a run and a twisting root in your path had sent you sprawling straight onto the dusty floor of the labyrinth. “We agreed on no magic.”

“You reneged on our agreement,” Jareth returns coolly, his sharp eyes darting down to your hand. “And so I followed suit. Hoggle’s penchant for baubles remains, I see. How fortunate for you.”

Flower Alphabet Headcanons

I've seen others do things like this before and decided it could be fun to put one together myself! Request one or more flowers for a character, and I'll write out my headcanons accordingly. This is also exclusively SFW.

Limit asks to just five flowers per ask, pretty please 💐

Amaranth - Do they believe in true love at first sight? Or that genuine true love must be cultivated over time? Azalea - How affectionate are they? Are they super cuddly, or a bit more closed off? Buttercup - How do they feel about children? Would they want any? What kind of parent would they be? Clematis - Would they like to travel with you? Or are they more content staying at home? Comfrey - How do they act when you are sick? Dahlia - How do they say thank you? How do they show their appreciation for you? Daisy - What would they want to do for a first date? Eucalyptus - What helps calm them down when stressed or overwhelmed? Feverfew - How do they act when they are sick? Forget-Me-Not - What are the little things he does for you? What little things does he notice about you? Gypsophilia - Do they contemplate marriage? Would they ever want to get married? How would they propose? Honeysuckle - What do they love the most about you? What was it about you that initially attracted them? Hyacinth - How would they want to spend a calm and quiet day together? Iris - Do they get jealous easily? When they do get jealous, how do they behave? Jasmine - What do they find attractive? What do you do that drives them absolutely crazy? (In a good way!) Kale - What would be a deal-breaker for them in a relationship? What could you do that would drive them absolutely crazy? (In a bad way.) Lavender - How are they when the two of you sleep together? Not in a sexual way, but rather, what are their sleeping habits? Lily - How do they feel about PDA? Marigold - Are they empathetic, or do you need to tell them what's going on? Are they able to tell that something is up just by looking at you? Monkshood - What is their love language? How does it manifest? Morning Glory - How would they handle unrequited love? Would they eventually get over it? Or would they be left pining forever? Pansy - How would they deal with heartbreak? If you broke up with them, how would they cope? Periwinkle - How would they react if you died? Phlox - What kind of partner would be the best for them? Who would they be the most compatible with? Rose - How romantic are they? Are they intense and passionate? Or are they a bit more relaxed and natural? Snowdrop - What would they like to do if you're snowed in? Sunflower - How would they calm you down after a nightmare? Tansy - How hard would they fight for you? Are they willing to make concessions to keep you? Would they let you go for the greater good? Or are they ready and willing to let the world burn? Ursinia - Do they trust easily, or not? How long would it take to earn their trust? And if trust is broken in the relationship, how can it be fixed, if possible? Veronica - How loyal and devoted are they? How would they prove it to you? Wisteria - What are their kisses like? Sweet? Soft? Intense? etc. Zinnia - What do they look for in a relationship?

It’s a sixth sense; he knows when you’re not feeling like yourself. He’ll show up at your window, and enter your living quarters. He doesn’t care if you’re there at the moment, if you’re not he’ll simply just wait for you to get back.

He uses contrivance to help you feel better; whenever you say something negative or untrue, he’ll twist your words into something positive. He is a master manipulator, and very often it works.

If that doesn’t work, he’ll take you for a walk through the kingdom to attempt to clear your head. He’ll point out little things that are going on through the land, trying to get you to focus on them. He knows that it’s not a permanent solution, but the more he can distract you from your thoughts the better.

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Daniel Molloy Armand Lestat De Lioncourt Louis De Point Du Lac (Platonic)

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ What We Do In The Shadows ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Laszlo Cravensworth Nadja of Antipaxos Nandor The Relentless Colin Robinson Guillermo De La Cruz (Platonic)

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ The Queens Gambit ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Beth Harmon Benny Watts Borgov

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Criminal Minds ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner David Rossi Penelope Garcia Emily Prentiss Jennifer Jareau

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Project Hail Mary ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Eva Stratt Ryland Grace Rocky (Platonic)

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Harry Potter ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Harry James Potter Ronald Weasley Herminone Granger Neville Longbottom Oliver Wood Cedric Diggory Viktor Krum Luna Lovegood Fleur Fred Weasley George Weasley Bill Weasley Charlie Weasley Percy Weasley Barty Crouch Jr Sirius Black Remus Lupin James Potter

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Labyrinth ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Jareth the Goblin King

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Third Doctor Fourth Doctor Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart Kate Lethbridge-Stewart Eighth Doctor Ninth Doctor Tenth Doctor Eleventh Doctor Twelfth Doctor Rose Tyler Martha Jones

Jack Harkness Donna Noble River Song Clara Oswald Amy Pond Rory Williams Bill Potts Simm!Master Missy Delgado!Master

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Bilbo Baggins Frodo Baggins Thorin Oakenshield Fili Durin Kili Durin Oin Gloin Dwalin Balin Bifur Bofur Bombur Dori Nori Ori Bard Tauriel Legolas Elrond Thranduil Pippin Merry Aragorn Boromir Eomer Eowyn Famir Galadriel Gandalf Gimli

Haldir

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Rivals ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Tony Baddingham Basil Baddingham Rupert Campbell Black Taggie O'Hara Patrick O'Hara Declan O'Hara

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Dead poets Society ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Neil Perry Steven Meeks Charlie Dalton Richard Cameron Gerard Pitts Todd Anderson Knox Overstreet

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ House MD ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Gregory House James Wilson Lisa Cuddy Robert Chase

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Knives Out + Sequels ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Benoit Blanc (Platonic) Jud Duplenticy Whiskey Birdy Jay Helen Brand Ransom Drysdale Marta Cabrera

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Our Flag Means Death ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Izzy Hands Stede Bonnet Edward Teach Buttons Jim Frenchie Lucius (Platonic) Roach

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Little Women (2019) ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Laurie Lawurence Jo March Meg March Amy March

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Kingsman ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Merlin Harry Hart Eggsy Unwin Agent Whiskey Tequila Ginger Ale

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Sherlock (BBC) ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Sherlock Holmes John Watson James Moriarity Mary Mortsan Molly Hooper Irene Adler Mycroft Holmes Greg Lestrade

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Young Sherlock ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Holmes James Moriarity

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Enola Holmes ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Enola Holmes Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Holmes Tweksbury

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ BBC Ghosts ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Humphrey Bone Thomas Thorne Julian Robin The Captain (Platonic) Kitty (Platonic) Allison Mike Mary Fanny Pat

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ US Ghosts ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Pete Thorfin Flower Alberta Trevor Sassapis Sam Jay Issac (Platonic) Hetty

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ The Devil Wears Prada 1&2 ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Miranda Preistley Andy Sachs Emily Charlton Nigel

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Shadow and Bone ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Alina Starkov Mal The Darkling/Aleksander Nikolai Lantsov Zoya Nina Zenik Kaz Brekkaer Jesper Fehey Wylan Van Eck (platonic) Inej Ghafa Genya

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Lockwood and Co ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Anthony Lockwood George Karim Lucy Carlyle Quill Kipps

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Bridgerton ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Colin Bridgerton Daphne Bridgerton Eloise Bridgerton Francesca Bridgerton Simon Basset Kate Sharma Edwina Sharma Penelope Featherington John the Footman

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Julie and The Phantoms ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Alex (Platonic) Reggie Luke Julie Carrie

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Wednesday ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Wednesday Addams Enid Ajax Isadora Capri Larissa Weems Tyler Issac Night

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ National Treasure ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Benjamin Gates Riley Poole

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Good Omens ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Crowley

Aziraphale

Muriel

Michael

Gabriel

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ Supernatural ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Novak Crowley Rowena Macleod Bobby Singer

╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗

The Mummy

╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝

Ardeth Bay

Evelyn Carnahan

Rick O’Connell