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(I swear to god if I get sick again...)
✧˖°⚔️°˖✧ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ··· a collection of enemies to lovers, rivalry and surrender, violence as intimacy, fury & desire roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, tension, power dynamics, slow burn.
You think you're so much better than me, don't you?
Stop looking at me like that.
We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.
I'd rather die than work with you.
You're the last person I wanted to see today.
Don't you dare act like you care about me now.
I know what you did. I know everything.
You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.
Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?
I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.
You're insufferable, you know that?
We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.
I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.
God, I want to hate you so badly right now.
You make me want to scream.
I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.
We're not friends. We'll never be friends.
You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.
I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.
Why do you always have to be right?
I hate how much space you take up in my head.
You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.
Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.
I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.
You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.
I'd burn the world down before I let you win.
You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.
I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.
You're the only person who's ever challenged me.
Stop pretending you don't feel this too.
I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.
We're going to regret this in the morning.
You think you know me? You don't know anything.
I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.
You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.
I swore I'd never let you get close to me.
Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?
You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.
I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.
This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.
You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.
You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?
I've spent years building walls to keep you out.
We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.
You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.
I never wanted this. I never wanted you.
"I heard it too," she breathed, her voice barely a thread of sound against his ear. Her free hand hovered near the knife at her belt, thumb brushing the hilt. "Not an animal. Too deliberate."
She scanned the shadows between the trees behind them, eyes narrowing. No movement yet, but the air felt wrong. Heavy. Watched.
Without another word, she tugged him gently sideways, guiding him off the faint game trail they'd been following and toward a cluster of fallen logs and thick underbrush. Her steps were silent, practiced—years of this life had made her part ghost.
"Stay low," she whispered, crouching beside him once they were partially concealed. Her shoulder brushed his, warm and solid. "If it's them, they'll expect us to run. So we don't. Not yet."
She turned her head just enough to meet his eyes in the dim light filtering through the canopy. There was fatigue in his gaze—she could see it, even if he tried to hide it—but also that stubborn trust that always made her chest tighten.
"I've got a plan," she added softly, the ghost of a fierce little smile touching her lips despite everything. "But if this goes loud... you stay behind me. Understand?"
Michael didn't want her to risk her own life to protect him. His claws extended, blue irises melting to black. He knew she was must more accustomed to the life they were living, but that didn't mean he wasn't able to handle himself. He was capable of fighting and protecting her like she was protecting him.
"Let me help you, Selene." His determination leaked into his voice. He understood that she wouldn't want him to get hurt, especially because he was also thinking about what he could do to keep them both safe.
He had no way of understanding or figuring out what exactly was hunting them. It could easily be vampire or lycan. Judging by the fact that he couldn't smell anything, they were definitely someone that had a lot of experience under their belt.
Maybe he should leave this to Selene.
No, he wouldn't, couldn't even. That was his mate he was thinking about. How could he live with himself if she had gotten hurt and he hadn't protected her.
"What do you suggest?"
The sudden voice from someone else made Jacky flinch. He’d been on the very edge of his property - his territory, as some others may call it - and had been looking out into the woods nearby. He’d gotten a little on edge when he caught the scent of another wolf nearby, but he’d not seen anyone until they spoke to him.
Jacky simply stares at the other for a moment. The wolf scent is obvious enough, but Jacky also caught the scent of… something else. He’d never come across it before. At least not any time that he could remember.
He narrowed his eyes as the blue color shifted to a bright red. He was an alpha. “I’ve never seen you here before… who are you?” He asked as he kept his voice calm. “You’re not from around here…”
"No I'm not," Michael sighed. If he had known just how unwelcome he was here, he probably wouldn't have stayed here. He would have just passed through the town without a second thought, but he had just needed a place to rest for a few days. Now that was biting him in the ass.
"My name is Michael, I'm just resting for a few days here before continuing on." He adjusted his posture, utilizing the memories passed down from Lucian to try and make himself look less intimidating, and yet... he knew he couldn't hide the vampire in his scent.
"I'm assuming this is your territory."
It is on complete accident that Selene learns of the coven's most recent prisoner, captured by the perimeter team. Normally she's kept up to date on the daily routine of the new Death Dealers in training, but somehow this one slipped through the cracks. An overheard conversation and a name is all it takes to make Selene feel like she suddenly can't breathe.
"Yeah, he says that he's her mate. Johnathan told him we know this Michael Corvin guy died a while ago. Still insists on it even in the cell. Besides…why would the most powerful immortal alive take a filthy lycan for a mate?"
Selene doesn't know why no one ever told her about this supposed lycan they have in the coven's prison cells and quite frankly that's not her biggest concern right now. She just needs to know if it's true. If there really is a Michael Corvin living under the same roof as her, or if it's just a fraud pretending to be him.
The coven prison is, admittedly, not in very good shape, neither from a hospitality standpoint nor one that can be considered modern by any stretch of the imagination. It would be more acute to call it a medieval dungeon. If Michael really is here, and he has been kept in these conditions for days on end, then someone might lose their head in the not-too-distant future.
One thing at a time, Selene.
She opens the heavy door to the prison area, facing down rows of small, cramped cells on both sides of the corridor. The place is eerily silent; the Eastern coven vampires had not used the prison in decades and anyone who had been left here before was quickly forgotten. Taking the lone torch from the wall for light, Selene starts to scan the various cells for any signs of life. Her voice falters only slightly when she calls out his name.
"Michael?"
Michael could hear the door open, but he just sighed. Once in a while, someone would come down here, but it was usually just one of the servants making sure no one else was here. He didn't even think they knew he was here. They rarely walked from the threshold, just checking the floor before they closed the door.
Then he caught the smell.
It was faint. The air was too damp and musty for him to really pick up on anything too well. Yet, that was a smell that he knew anywhere. It was one that made his heart flip in his chest.
Selene.
If this was like one of those movies, Michael would have a rush of energy hearing his mate's voice. He would shoot up from where he was sitting, reaching through the bars and trying to get to her as quickly as he could. But this was not a movie, it was real life. He could barely lift his head, let alone stand up to greet her. His head did shoot up though at the sound of her voice.
"Selene," His voice was raspy, weak from disuse. He had barely spoken since he had revived and it honestly sounded like it. "I'm in here."
(Slowly working my way through the starters. I swear.)
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"Sonja, I need to show you something," Michael felt so proud of himself. He had been working on upgrading their medical bay over the last few months, and it was finally complete. It had been a task that he was working on just between himself and Selene. Selene had been amazing in helping him get the equipment he asked for, and now, now he was so happy.
Did vampires need some of this high tech things when their wounds healed quickly? No, but it made him so happy to have something higher tech than what they had before.
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Michael knew his location was probably not the safest thing for him, with the scent of wolves all around him. He knew that some packs were very territorial, and Michael's scent was wolf enough to cause a stir. He was really just trying to keep his head down, take a few days to rest before he went on his way to reunite with Selene.
He froze mid step when he realized there was the scent of a wolf nearby him. He knew panicking would be a bad look, but he didn't want to have to do anything stupid here either. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking.
"Can I help you?"
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Revival did not look good on Michael. This one had been particularly bad, as he only had a few drops of blood left in his veins in the first place to use to revive. Unlike the last time, it had taken almost a week for his heart to start beating again and another two weeks to awaken. His neck sported a new scar, a straight line from where his throat had been cut and for him to bleed dry.
His only thought since waking up was to find Selene, and that lead him to the Nordic Coven where he learned of Selene's ascension to elder before trekking to the Eastern Coven, where he had been captured and locked in a cell, despite him insisting that he was Michael Corvin, mate of Selene. He was tired, hungry from not feeding, and weak, sitting in his cell. His head rested on his knees, the fight fading out of him as he waited for someone to check on him. He wanted to see Selene, but doubted that anyone would let a Vampire Elder see a lowly prisoner, especially if they didn't believe who he was.
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"I thought I heard something," Michael was getting tired of his life on the run, though he would never tell Selene that. He thought they had been in the clear for the last few days, having been tempted to ask her if they could slow down and potentially rest for a few days, but not there was this. A snap of a branch behind them was all it took for Michael to be on edge once again. His voice had lowered to a whisper when he spoke to her, hoping that Selene had a plan.
it was good to hear michael laugh. it felt like he hadn't heard his friend do that in a long time. their days were both so busy and so it was really a rarity to have moments like this anymore. he supposed that was adulthood in a nutshell and hoped that one day, they would have more time for things other than work. icarus reached up and pat michael's hand affectionately in response to the squeeze. "i think we're overdue for a lot of those."
a short novel might actually do him some good. but so would a few days of a real break. the burnout was creeping in and he worried about what would happen when it finally settled. sometimes he wished he had anticipated such a rigid schedule when he signed the publishing deal. too late to complain about it now. "if my food was your home, i'm afraid you'd probably be dead, michael. i'd give you food poisoning beyond recovery," he jokes. "luckily for us we live in the era of takeout and frozen dinners."
with keys and wallet pocketed, he slips on his jacket. icarus can't help but be a little excited for fresh air. he loved nighttime in pest, when streetlights illuminated the beautiful architecture around them. "you deserve some sleep. get it while you can. if the hospital calls, you in early again, tell them i'm threatening to handcuff you to the bed until you get more than an hour of sleep."
"I can see what my schedule looks like. Maybe I'll have one day off where we can get some cheap beer and find the shittiest movie that neither of us will fully understand." Michael could at least understand some Hungarian, but he still struggled at times. He wasn't fluent, he still had to use a dictionary when reading through medical charts or notes from doctors. He was just glad he wasn't alone in the hospital and that he had another intern, Adam, to talk to.
"You never know, I could have an iron stomach." Not the case, and they both knew it. Michael probably would have gotten food poisoning several times over from Icarus. It was almost comical, the two being as close as they were but neither one of them were particularly good cooks, Michael being only slightly better than him.
Samantha had been the chef in the relationship...
A sharp pang in his heart again at the thought of his late fiance. He didn't want Icarus knowing that his thoughts had gone down that path again, so he faked a smile and saluted him. "Yes sir," Michael went to lay down on the couch. "Be safe, I don't want to wake up to find you in the news as a missing person."
Darkness enveloped the now quiet town of Sunnydale, California. Shops were closed, people headed back to their regular lives- except two individuals. One female with blonde hair and slender built wearing a leather jacket, black jeans and comfortable boots.
She walked through the cemetery like a slayer on a mission- she had been briefed earlier by her Watcher that an alarming amount of bodies piled up in a matter of days- which was a typical day on the Hellmouth. She suddenly heard movement and turned in the direction of its source.
"And here I thought this night would be quiet and uneventful." Buffy had faced many creatures over her years as the slayer- the one girl in all the world who could put an end to whatever threats lurked. Mostly vampires and the ocassional big bad and what not.
Carefully trying avoid making any sound, she slowly walked while reaching into her inner jacket pocket for a stake- freshly widdled. Her Watcher- Giles had made sure she could face whatever enemy needed to be vanquished weither it be the Turok-Han or something simple as a group of supervillain wannabes. Her boots made very little sound other than the ocassional leaf crunching beneath its heel.
There it was again, the familiar scent of two individuals. Whoever it was was well trained. Michael almost didn't catch the scent until one simple gust of wind picked up. Why it had to take place in a cemetery, Michael didn't know, but at the same time it felt very fitting that whatever this confrontation was going to be would happen here.
He sighed and slowed to a stop. They could continue this game of cat and mouse, but who knew how long they would continue. Would anyone get caught up in the crosshairs? He wouldn't be able to live with that if that was the case. It was something Selene had told him many times that she both admired about him and was concerned about him for.
He would put himself on the line to keep others safe.
He turned around, prepared to face his attackers. "You know," Michael's voice was soft. "You could just talk to me instead of stalking me through the night. I don't bite." Not humans anyway. Animals, sure, but Michael still refused to feed on humans. "Why are you following me like that?"
types of yearning sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
“ Don’t make me choose between my duty and you. ”
“ Duty demanded I leave you behind. My heart never did. ”
“ Even magic couldn’t erase what I feel for you. ”
“ I didn’t realise how much I missed you until you were standing right in front of me again. ”
“ I don’t care what it costs - just don’t walk away. ”
“ I hate how much I look for you in every competition. ”
“ I hate you… so why does it hurt when you look at someone else like that? ”
“ I hear your name in every whispered rumour and wish it were mine to claim. ”
“ I keep looking for you in places you’ve never been. ”
“ I kept that thing you gave me. I don’t know why. ”
“ I learned how to live without you. That doesn’t mean I wanted to. ”
“ I never deleted your number. ”
“ I never told you… but I think you knew. ”
“ I still have every letter you never meant for anyone to read. ”
“ I still remember how you take your coffee. ”
“ I think I loved you long before I knew what love was. ”
“ I think part of me will always belong to you. ”
“ I tried to forget you. I failed. ”
“ I was right there, and you still let me slip away. ”
“ I wonder if you ever think about what we could’ve been. ”
“ I would bargain with gods again if it meant keeping you. ”
“ I would tear the world apart just to have you back. ”
“ I would’ve stayed. I would’ve stayed for you. ”
“ If I asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”
“ If I asked you to run away with me, would you? ”
“ If loving you is a mistake, I don’t want to be right. ”
“ If loving you is betrayal, then I’ve already crossed that line. ”
“ If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy you. ”
“ In another life - one without titles or expectations - I would have chosen you. ”
“ It hurts - wanting you this much when I know I shouldn’t. ”
“ It’s strange… how everything reminds me of you. ”
“ I’d choose you. Every time. Every version of this life. ”
“ I’m happy for you. I just wish it had been me. ”
“ I’ve memorised every weakness of yours… including the way you hesitate around me. ”
“ Just give me tonight. I won’t ask for anything else. ”
“ Maybe in another life, this would’ve worked. ”
“ Meet me where no one knows our names - just once more. ”
“ No one knows me like you do. That’s what scares me. ”
“ Say the word, and I’ll forget my place. Just this once. ”
“ Say the word, and I’m yours. I always was. ”
“ Sometimes I think I hear your voice in crowded rooms. ”
“ Take me with you. Anywhere - just not away from you. ”
“ Tell me to stay. Please - just this once. ”
“ Tell me why losing to you feels better than winning against anyone else. ”
“ There’s a space beside me that only ever felt like yours. ”
“ This was supposed to be simple - you, my enemy. Not… this. ”
“ We push each other to the edge—and I don’t know how to stop. ”
“ We were almost something. That’s what hurts the most. ”
“ We were never meant to stand on the same side - and yet here I am. ”
“ When did you stop being just my best friend? ”
“ When I reach the top, I want you there beside me. ”
“ Why wasn’t I enough to make you stay? ”
“ Winning doesn’t feel the same if you’re not there to see it. ”
“ You chose a life that didn’t have room for me in it. ”
“ You crossed my mind today. Like you always do. ”
“ You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? ”
“ You don’t get to come back and pretend nothing changed. ”
“ You feel like something I lost a long time ago. ”
“ You were in my dream again last night. ”
“ You were supposed to be my competition, not my weakness. ”
“ You were the one scandal I would have risked everything for. ”
“ You were the only thing tethering me to my humanity. ”
“ Your name almost slipped out - I had to bite my tongue. ”
“ You’re the one thing I can’t seem to let go of. ”
“ You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real to me. ”
“ You’re written into every prophecy I tried to escape. ”
(Sorry I disappeared again. I had gone on a cruise for mother's day with my mom. I just got home and I am /very/ sunburned (think lobster red). I'm gonna try to catch up tomorrow. I am so sorry.)
(I have to go to work but like this for a starter that I'll write in the next day or two)