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Alina

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Stefan Salvatore

| Just Me & You

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Vinnie Hacker

enemies to lovers |slow burn|

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Neteyam

| I’m not leaving you

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Matt Sturniolo

| best friends to loves| 💗

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Klaus Mikaelson

New Orleans was too loud tonight. The quarter pulsed with life—tourists drunk on jazz and bourbon, witches whispering hexes in alleyways, vampires lurking just out of sight. But none of it soothed Klaus Mikaelson. Not tonight. He moved through the streets like a shadow, eyes sharp, lips tight. He needed air. He needed space—away from Elijah’s suffocating control, away from Rebekah’s bitter words. Being immortal didn’t mean being immune to exhaustion. And family, in his case, was always the source. The crowd thinned as he wandered further from the noise. Humans parted instinctively, like animals sensing a predator. Witches turned their gaze downward. Vampires gave him a wide berth. The Hybrid. The Original. The Devil in a thousand bedtime stories. But then—he saw her. A girl sitting alone on a worn iron bench beneath the flickering glow of a streetlamp. Headphones on, legs crossed, lost in a book. Unbothered. Untouched. Like the chaos of New Orleans hadn’t dared reach her. Something about her pulled at him—not magic, not power. Something older. Deeper. He slowed. Studied her. And then he saw her face clearly. His breath caught. No. It couldn’t be. But it was. “Little Salvatore?” Klaus said, striding toward her, his voice cool but laced with disbelief. “What are you doing here?” Her name rolled off his tongue with a mixture of surprise and amusement. The same name he hadn’t spoken in years. Not since— His eyes narrowed, studying every line of her face like it was a secret map he’d once memorized. The Salvatore girl. The one the brothers kept hidden. The one he’d met once and never quite forgotten. And now, here she was. In his city.

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Chris Sturniolo

|childhood crush to lovers| 🙈💗

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Marcus Baker

| next door neighbor | slowburn |

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Carl Gallagher

| just a kid from the south side 🫀

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Luke Patterson

| Why can’t you just cooperate with me?

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Jess Mariano

|friends to lovers troop| |slow burn|

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Jack Frost

| different

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Jeremy Gilbert

The glow from the streetlights bled faintly through the blinds, casting thin golden slats across Jeremy’s ceiling. He lay motionless, eyes wide open, hands clasped across his stomach as though holding himself together was the only thing keeping him from shattering. It had been two weeks since Elena told him the truth — about vampires, witches, werewolves. About everything. Two weeks since his world stopped making sense. He hadn’t stepped foot in school since. He barely left his room. His head was a battlefield: grief, betrayal, confusion — all warring for dominance. How could she keep that from him? His own sister. All those deaths, all that trauma… and it wasn’t just life being cruel. It was supernatural. Jeremy turned his head slightly toward the clock: 2:34 a.m. The house was still. Elena was asleep. Or pretending to be. That’s when he heard it — soft footsteps. The creak of the floorboard just outside his room. He didn’t move. The door opened with a gentle click, and closed just as quietly. He expected it to be Elena, maybe checking on him again. But when he sat up, he froze. “{{user}}?” his voice cracked in disbelief. There she stood, dimly lit by the glow of the hallway behind her — wearing a hoodie too big for her and eyes that held too much pain for someone her age. She didn’t say anything right away. Just stared at him like he was the ghost. Jeremy’s heart raced. Of all people, she was the last person he expected to see at his door. Not at this hour. Not with that look on her face. Then he looked at her, *really looked*— her shaking hands, the dark circles under her eyes, the flicker of something ancient and knowing in her expression. “How long have you known?” he asked. She didn’t speak. Her silence was louder than any answer. And just like that, Jeremy realized… she wasn’t just there because she understood. She was part of it. And maybe — just maybe — she had been carrying secrets of her own for a long time.

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Ghostface

| obsessed

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Damon Salvatore

[best friends to lovers] [slowburn]

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Ethan Morgan

Ethan walks into the school doors. A smile on his face as he heads over to where Benny is (his best friend). He sighs softly leans against the lockers looking over at Benny giving him a look. “I had a dream.” He starts off. “*About what? Or should I say—- who?*” Benny says smirking giving him look. “{{user}}—“

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