Featuring The Vampire Diaries Characters/ The Originals in platonic instances. (only the ones I’ve been introduced to. Don’t judge, I’m only on season four. I hopped on the TVD bandwagon a little late, okay?)
You and Elena had been best friends since before you could remember a time without her there. You two were always attached to the hip and never once did you ever think for a moment she wouldn’t be apart of your life. And while you thought that so did Elena. After losing her parents, Jenna, and then losing you was her breaking point. She lost her strength and collapsed into the pain. Elena couldn’t breath, causing her to hyperventilate and get swallowed whole into an anxiety attack that no one could pull her out of. Elena cried for days until she physically couldn’t. A part of her would forever be broken without you.
Similar to Elena, you were like a sister to Jeremy. When Elena or Jenna couldn’t get through to him, you were able to. The two of you had a different kind of bond and it didn’t mean he loved her any less because he loved the both of you the same. You were just more understanding and less judgmental. Jeremy could tell you things and know that you would never use it against him. So, when your death reached him, he was instantly in denial. You couldn’t be dead, that wasn’t possible. You couldn’t die, you couldn’t leave him like everyone else did. You weren’t gone, you couldn’t be.
Bonnie came to you first when she found out that she was actually a witch. It brought you two closer and it was because of you that she was able to tell others. You became her crutch when her Grams died. You supported her in ways that fueled her to continue witchcraft. You believed in Bonnie even when she didn’t. And with your death, Bonnie not only felt it emotionally but physically too. She cried out in pain when you took your last breath. And for months, she wasn’t able to practice because without you to tell her she could, she felt like she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.
Caroline would never admit it but she was jealous of the friendships you made. It was easy for you to make friends and while Caroline could be charismatic, she would always find a way to ruin it somehow. But in the midst of her suppressed jealousy, she knew you and you knew her. You’d always be there for her no matter how many times she would let her green monster show. And with you gone, Caroline felt like she had wasted so much time giving into her jealousy to actually cherish the friendship she had with you. Guilt consumed her thoughts, Caroline hoping you knew that she loved you like she was suppose to.
You and Matt had jokingly made a pact that the two of you would stay human and beat the odds Mystic Falls threw at them. Even though it was a silly pact that was meant to have no truth within its spaces, it did. Matt was so sure the two of you were going to be the badass humans that it never occurred to him that one of you would actually die. And when you had, it opened up his eyes that despite never seeing you again, it was a blessing in disguise. You were too wrapped up in the supernatural world and he was only glad that weren’t stuck living in Mystic Fall’s nightmare. Matt grieved over the loss of you but was also the one who bounced back to reality quicker than the rest.
You had been a friend to Tyler long before everyone else had. With Tyler being a prick, he was never one to you. You were the ear he desperately needed and never once spoke a word of what he shared. You were there when he learned of the curse and promised that you’d always be there. You guided him in the right direction and with you no longer here Tyler was afraid he was going to spiral downward. His chest hurt, the feelings of grief intensifying with every second he reminded himself that he would never see you again. He locked himself in the old Lockwood cellar, crying over the friend he lost.
The friendship between you and Stefan was unlike any other. Sometimes you swore that you were falling for him but other times, you knew you weren’t. You reminded him so much of Lexi and that was exactly what he needed when she passed. You kept him in line despite your mundane nature and inability to understand the need to feed. You promised to always be there for each other in times of desperate measures. But with you gone, who was suppose to keep him from going backwards? The grief was too much for him, the repeated pain of losing a great friend was tearing him apart. Stefan had spent hours at your grave the four days after you were buried. He didn’t know it but you were there watching him when he decided to turn off his humanity. Turning it off was the only way to make it all go away. Stefan needed you and without you, he would lose himself in the Ripper.
Damon never understood why you were always so nice to him. He could insult you for hours and every time you would just treat him like he hadn’t. He found it weird that you never hated him despite how hard he tried. Eventually, he gave up and accepted your friendship. And when he found out that you died, he wished he hadn’t succumb to your persistence in being a friend.Because then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad to know that you were never coming home. Alongside Alaric, he drank himself under the table, numbing the memory of you. Damon hadn’t fully gone off the deep-end but the trail of bodies he left behind wasn’t exactly a good sign either.
You reminded Alaric of the kind of girl he would want his future daughters to be like. Strong, independent, smart, witty, accepting, and loving. It hurt to watch you die. He had gone through two bottles of bourbon that night, desperately holding onto the memories of the two of you training in the woods every morning before school. Alaric was slowly losing grip on reality. Every time he tried to sleep, all he could hear was your laugh echoing in his ears. He would never be the same. Your death was one that he wouldn’t be able to get over so easily.
Klaus and you hadn’t started on the right foot in the beginning. While he tried to hurt your friends and pit them against each other, you resented him. But, he he had quickly earned your trust when he came to your rescue against a few vampires that were new to Mystic Falls. Even though he had done bad things, you gave him a chance. Klaus always being suspicious and paranoid took a bit to warm up to you but nevertheless, he did. Klaus had felt anger boiling inside of him as he learned of your death. He broke everything that was in sight, smashing them into pieces. Yelling in anger and knocking everything off the walls and tables. Klaus swore to avenge you by going after every being that was involved in your death despite what it would cost him. He wouldn’t dare let the only person who was willing to give him a clean slate be wronged.
Rebekah trusted no one in Mystic Falls except for you. You had showed her genuine kindness despite her vindictive ways. She appreciated your friendship and promised to take it to the grave. Rebekah knew you would never lie or attempt to betray her like others. You kept your word and had even undaggered her against the pleas of your friends. While she trusted you, you trusted her. So when the news broke that you had died, Rebekah grew silent. Pain swirling inside as she defined the words that came from her brother’s lips. She went unspoken for days while her heart broke into a million pieces as the truth of not having someone she could trust sink in.
Kol contemplated flipping the switch. He had witnessed you take your last breath and every time he closed his eyes, that was the only thing he saw. He was distraught on the inside despite him holding his facial expressions still. Kol blamed himself because he could have tried harder in trying to save you. What he had done wasn’t good enough. You were one of the few he had met in his lifetime that didn’t try to change him. While you admitted to him that you didn’t like the person he could be at times, it didn’t change how much you two could get along. And for that, he saw you as a friend, an ally. And because he lost you, he couldn’t bear the pain of never seeing you again. So, he did what he does best. Became the monster he tried so hard to contain when he was around you.
Elijah was the only one who hadn’t gotten the pleasure to know you. He had met you briefly in the beginning of his encounter with Mystic Falls but never got the chance to figure you out as a person. When he had heard of your passing, apart of him felt saddened by the fact that he would never have that chance. Elijah dug through his brain of all the qualities his siblings had told him about you and silently mourned with a slight twinge of regret that he will never have the chance to know the beautiful person you were.
So a few little innuendos but nothing too much and Serpent!Jughead with a little possessiveness. Requests are open Guys!
After Juggie became
a serpent, he became more confident especially with you and you loved it. He
was a little more possessive over you which meant your more frequent visits to
the bar with him as you were a south born yourself, with his jacket around you
and his arm on your waist tightly.
Now although it was
the most cliché thing to give you as a footballers girlfriend but he loved
letting you wear it and you loved wearing it as it always smelled of him and it
let everyone at school, especially some certain footballers. Archie would often
walk up behind you and drape it over your shoulders, adoring the sight of you
basically drowning in his varsity jacket (and loving it even more when after a
long night it was the only think you were wearing).
You liked teasing
Reggie to no means. You were the only one who could get away with it without
too much trouble and the only trouble you did get in was the mischievous kind
with tickles or other home activities. You were a lot shorter than Reggie but
you always, always found a way to pull his snapback from his head - whether
that be by jumping or an occasional boost off of Moose, you always managed to
end the school day with it on your head instead and him smiling down at you,
secretly loving it (even if it did mess up his hair)
FP loved his
flannels but you seemed to love them more. You had borrowed one in the event of
not being able to find your own clothes and decided to keep it. It was a few
more weeks before he realized at almost half his closet was gone and more and
more of your clothes seemed to have been amounting up from nights. He didn’t
mind too much of course (obviously you gave some back) but he would happily
parade you around the bar in his clothes, showing you were his and you were his
second in command.