#lostxndbroken

[adsagsona]

A Valentine for Geralt @lostxndbroken from Jared:

It had been quite some time since Jared had met the Witcher. He had promised that he would join the other man but he had missed the water so much that he'd had to cut the journey short. While he hadn't meant to, he knew that Geralt didn't like leaving him behind.

"Hello, darling." Jared walked from between the trees when he heard Roach approach. He had made sure his legs were stronger, and he could now even run for quite some time before getting tired. With a smile he walked up to Geralt, waiting for him to dismount.

Wrapping his arms around the Witcher, he pressed a kiss to the man's cheek and then pulled back. He held a silver ring in the palm of his hand. He liked shiny things, so he hoped Geralt thought it was beautiful. "I found this, I want you to have it."

[goldentemplariumcrow]

"Is that my shirt?"

@lostxndbroken

The face Dio had when his eyes left the book he was reading to look up at Ollie said everything about the answer, but he still, just for the fun of it, feigned ignorance.

"Is it?" He looked at the shirt and back at his husband, that mischievous smirk on his lips as he placed a bookmark between the pages and lowered it to the coffee table. "I don't know. You might want to check it for yourself." It totally was Oliver's, but Dio was in the mood for being a playful menance and too comfortable wearing it to bother taking it off.

If Oliver wanted the shirt back, he'd have to pry it from his husband himself, or accept defeat and wait until Dio took it off on his own.

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Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

;; I am very late to responding to this. Thank you friend for thinking of me <3

[thefvrious]

@lostxndbroken sent -> remus has been working too hard,  fenrir carries him away to force him to rest. 

Fenrir has been watching Remus very closely since the young wizard joined their ranks. He can't help but hold onto a little suspicion, but Remus is proving himself tenfold. Fenrir can't ignore that. He does everything asked of him and then some. Sometimes, it seems like Remus never stops putting in for the cause, but everyone needs rest.

As Lupin works tirelessly, Fenrir can see some of the exhaustion in the young man's body, his face. He orders Remus to stop, and, when the young wolf nearly collapses, Fenrir is there to catch him and lift him up, carry him back to his tent where their healers can attend to him.

Once Remus is laid down, Fenrir doesn't leave, opting to stay by the loyal one's side as food and water is brought to him. "You need to rest. You're important." Fenrir says, leaning forward on his cushion so his face is in the light. "Eat and drink. I'll be here with you for a while. Unburden yourself."

[eyeless-smiles]

Vampire!AU | Lostxndbroken

Corinth has been a party guy since he first developed a taste for alcohol. This is his comfort zone. Nightclubs and bars are where he thrives. It only made sense that he would end up working in one. His natural charm always works wonders on the patrons. And what better position to be in than to be the guy who everyone talks to.

Another quirk is he doesn't tend to work anywhere for too long. Choosing to find jobs in bars across the country when he begins to gain a bit of a reputation for himself in his previous town. He likes to sleep around, and that looses its charm when it begins to become common knowledge. He despises when men begin to proposition him over rumors they have heard. He wants anonymity. To seduce at his own leisure. And enjoy the thrill of the hunt.

It has only been a few weeks since he began working in a quaint little bar in Mystic Falls. And it's been a pretty quiet night. Not that Corinth minds those, it means he can actually talk to people. And his shift is finishing up pretty shortly.

The bars uniform is somewhat lacking in style. Plain black shirts and slacks, but Corinth tends to ignore the rules. Choosing instead to sport a beige shirt that he feels much more comfortable in. His precious sunglasses pushed back onto his head to keep his hair pinned out of his deep blue eyes. He's never seen without those on his person, even at night.

Corinth spots the dark haired stranger the second he steps into the bar. He's roguishly handsome. So much so that he cannot keep his eyes off of him.

Lucky him, he had just about given up on any interesting patrons gracing him this evening.

With a charming smile, the bartender cocks his head lightly and leans a hip against the counter top as the stranger approaches .

"What can I get you?"

@lostxndbroken

[adventurepunks]

Once in a Blue Moon

@lostxndbroken​

Tic...tic....tic...tic...whether it was the rhytmic tics of his watch or the little raindrops tapping against the window as New York’s streets were swept in wind and rain, other than that faint sound fading away nothing else could be heard in the dimly lit by candles study. It needed to be quiet, as silent as the grave to hold a seance. Nick’s amulet swung, the circle of candles floated and whispers caressed his ears with answers.

In Ica Peru laid what he sought and in his visions Oliver walking up the long steps. Many Queens laid in the grave and no doubt a bunch of them were not resting. This ought to be the answer as to why Oliver kept showing up, his fault truly for necromancers were beacons and lightning rods to those stuck on the Other side. He got close to a man touched by death far too many times, Nick could get a headache just thinking of how many people Oliver lost abruptly. Nick had been keeping an eye on him lately,danger was of course in every corner as the man was not only a target for his wealth but a vigilante but it could not hurt to keep an eye on him never the less...right? But this interference from the Beyond was getting stupid. Was he just a focal point or was he now this distracted that his mind was slipping to thinking of Oliver and manifesting...like this. By Nick clawing OLIVER JONAS QUEEN on his floorboard.

No, he was not a sentimental person and he would not dwell on it, the Beyond stated their aid came at the price that said Oliver Jonas Queen ought to come along. He wouldn’t ponder on it,not right now, it wasn’t as if Oliver couldn’t handle danger...or a trap. He looked at his watch, it was in the dead of night maybe he ought to wait till the morning? Maybe not, so off to the kitchen for the landline phone he rushed.

Ring ring. Ring ring.

For crying out loud since when did party boys sleep at 2.27 am?

“Oliver-” Nick addressed the moment the voicemail kicked in. “I am departing for Peru on Tuesday, if you want to escape the drudgery of galas and CEO responsibilities and your sense of adventure needs tickling I could use an extra pair of strong hands. My apprentice is otherwise engaged-” he spoke with Zatanna shaking her head from across the kitchen counter. 

“Say something nice you’re sounding really...formal” Zatanna whispered.

“It might not be the ideal romantic get away but I have to admit I yearn to see you again”

Zatanna cringed. Yearned? “Alright Poe..take it down a notch” she whispered.

“It would be good to see you.”

Click. He hanged up and would not wait an answer whether it would be a trip for one or a trip for two.

[swearimnotasinner]

@lostxndbroken​ asked  🔪 to cut my muse with some kind of knife. (Caligo)

Damien feels the bite of the blade tear through skin, already feels the trickle of blood pooling around the cut, dripping down his cheek and the curve of his jaw. There should be anger in him, maybe fear, but fear was something Damien had lost the ability to feel a long time ago. 

As it is, he reaches up to wrap his fingers around the blade the demon used, squeezing tight, blood immediately dripping down from between his fingers as he gets closer to Caligo. His fangs are out, bared, though more for show than anything else at the moment. 

“Don’t know if you’re tryin’ to piss me off or flirt with me but maybe next time don’t choose the face.”

[tooxldtorememxer]

@lostxndbroken wrote: [towel] - Sender catches receiver in nothing but a towel. (Remus & Antonin? x3)

“I don’t know what it’s like where you’re from,” Antonin hadn't even flinched when he’d noticed Remus enter the room. It was his problem if he didn’t leave, but it did annoy the Russian a little that he was so uncivilized. “But here we knock before we enter someone’s bedroom,” it wasn’t like he had a body to be ashamed of. It was very clear that he took good care of himself, very few imperfections to be found. Antonin was a vain naked as he was when fully clothed.

“What do you want?” he asked as he turned his back on the halfbreed to lay out his clothes, choosing between two different shirts to go with his expensive suit.