*finger guns* Guess who’s been writing more poems… THIS NERD I’m not feeling too great in terms of self esteem, so I decided to distract myself by thinking of an ego and then just writing whatever came to mind, so here you go
Cold icy wind Like a familiar friend Eyes turn to blood And blood means the end
A once safe cabin Becomes home to the past All the screaming and pain Who knows how long it will last
Remember the stories The words that create A simple narration And life was so great
Now nothing but a shell An ego at most I’d love to know the mystery Behind out dear Host
I mean, I don’t mind Butch x Marissa, and I also like Jane and Vishous, but… Do you remember when Butch becomes a member of the Brotherhood in Lover Revealed?
Butch closed his eyes and absorbed the feel of it all, the warmth of their bodies so close, the way V’s hair felt soft on his jaw, the slide of a powerful male arm as it slipped around his waist. On their own accord, Butch’s hands left the pegs and came to rest on V’s hips, squeezing that hard flesh, bringing them together from head to foot. A tremor went through one of them. Or maybe… shit, it was more like they both shuddered. (Lover Revealed, chapter 48)
Or when they lie together in the bed after Vishous had healed him in Lover Unbound… They wanna kiss, they wanna have sex, they wanna EVERYTHING. I ship them so hard, even more than I ship them with their shellans. No regrets.
(I found this picture in fanpop and I had to post it.)
Bella hummed softly as she traced her mates face. They were both in bed, completely sated and Bella resting on her side, her elbow bent, hand pillowing her head, Zsadist was laying on his back, hands stacked on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. Her finger traced down the strong line of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the jagged scar that ran down his face.
Just as she was about to trace his lips Zsadist caught her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her just inside the wrist. Bella smiled turning her hand to take his and brought it to her lips, kissing him in the exact same place he kissed her.
Zsadist closed his eyes and let his hand drop back to his chest as she continued her ministrations, her hand gliding across the hard muscles of his chest, toying lightly with his nipple rings before caressing the abs that stood out in stark relief against his golden hairless skin.
Yellow eyes cracked open as he gazed at his mate, his scarred lip lifting with a smile.
“How did I get so lucky to have you as my mate?” Bella asked as she nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Her hand stroking his broad chest as she murmured her love for him, her fingers ghosting over the scarred tattoo that marked him as a member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood.
“You have that turned around - it was a blessing from the Scared Virgin that I have you as my shellan.” Zsadist said as he lifted his hand to run through the thick locks that cascaded over her shoulder like a silken mahogany waterfall.
Bella blushed, her pink cheeks drawing his hand up to caress the delicate curve of her face.
“You are wrong. The scribe virgin was the one to bless me with you my darling.” Bella said as she kissed his soft lips.
Zsadist chuckled “I would hardly describe me as a blessing.”
“I’m here. Where’s my chauffeur hat?”
“Here, use mine,” Butch said, outing a B Sox cap and throwing it over. “It’ll help that hair of yours.”
The angel caught the thing on the fly and stared at the red S. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Do not tell me you’re a Yankees fan,” V drawled. “I’ll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we’ve got.”
Lassiter tossed the cap back. Whistled. Looked casual.
“Are you serious?” Butch said. Like the guy had maybe volunteered for a lobotomy. Or a limb amputation. Or a pedicure.
“No fucking way,” V echoed. “When and where did you become a friend of the enemy—”
The angel held up his palms. “It’s not my fault you guys suck—”
Tohr actually stepped in front of Lassiter, like he was worried that something a lot more than smack talk was going to start flying. And the sad thing was, he was right to be concerned. Apart from their shellans, V and Butch loved the Sox above almost everything else—including sanity.
Lover At Last (Black Dagger Brotherhood #11) by J.R. Ward
Drahven tugged at the ends of his shirt sleeves nervously as he stood at the foot of the staircase. Jesus Christ, he had been mated to the female for years and yet the thought of taking her to dinner made it feel like the first night he’d taken her out. Still it was the first night out they’d had in a long time, bless Marissa and Butch for watching Adhela, and he was excited for some time with his shellan.
Phury smiled as he held Nalla in his heavily muscled arms. The little girl who looked like a replica of him and his twin brother would always hold a special place in his heart.
Long fingers threaded through her blonde, red and brown curls, so very much like his own, only his hair was wavy rather than curly.
Nalla cooed at her uncle, enjoying his ministrations. Her bright yellow eyes looking up at him with such pure happiness. She was dressed in a little Red Soxs jersey and matching shorts along with socks and running shoes. Phury was sure Vishous and/or Butch had gotten a hold of her before first meal this evening and dressed her. Not surprising considering there was a game on this evening and the guys always made sure Nalla watched it with them, cheering for the ‘home’ team.
Phury sat down at the table with Nalla in his lap, moving the silverware out of the young’s reach before she could even think to reach for it.
Shellans are us, their hellrens. So yeah, we have blind Beth, Mary being all cocky with short blond hair and Beast tattoo all over her back, Payne is wearing scrubs, Ehlena stole Rehv’s furr and cane, Cormia dyed her hair like Phury and is all dressed nicely, Bella’s still trying to make the scar, Jane has a goatee and Sox cap, Marissa is wearing a suit and talks with Boston accent, Autumn is wearing leather, and so on.
Nalla is twinning with her mahmen as Z.
Z is refusing to dress up.
Trez, iAm and Maichen are zombies. Which kinda fits as iAm’s cooking something… (read: someone)
Rehv and Wrath are kings. They got themselves crowns and all that king crap.
Rhage decided to be a… *sighs* ballerina.
Manny is a ghost to make fun of Jane.
Phury is Pipi Longstocking. He even took Glory and painted her white with black dots.
Qhuinn, Blay and JM decided to be villains from those nerdy movies. JM is Darth Vader, Blay is Voldemort. Qhuinn is a Ringwraith, he wanted to be Smeagol but Blay didn’t let him.
Tohr is a skeleton.
Lassiter is Victoria Secret’s angel… No needs to say we all are praying for blindness.
Butch is trying to make me be with him a BDSM version of Cop and his prisoner. No happening.
Rehvenge adjusted his sable coat on his shoulders, quietly closing his car door behind him. His shellan was working for the evening so he planned on making her a romantic dinner. First stop, the grocery store.
Butch put on a tie and grabbed two dresses. One for his beautiful shellan and one for his sister. It was one of Beth’s but so what. He snagged his jacket and headed for the Escalade, pealing out and heading to his first stop.