Title: You'll Be Safe Here Author: Dark-Hooded Eriol the Magician Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura Theme: 14. The sound of the wind Rating: T Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It's still for 20blankets! Original post here "I'm scared," she whimpered as the wind rattled the windows. "I hate storms." Uchiha Sasuke looked amused. He gave her a long look and stopped himself from laughing out loud. She was curled up into a ball with a blanket thrown over her body. Her green eyes were wide with terror. She was twenty-three, and she looked about ten. "You're not afraid of wars, tournaments, bloody wounds and rats, but you're afraid of a storm," Sasuke said coolly. He sat down beside her on their bed. "Storms are a different thing!" Uchiha Sakura argued. "I can fight those things but not a storm." She stuck her tongue out at him. Without warning, he lifted the blanket from her body. She shrieked and covered...

Episode 0: A Most Uncivilised Breakfast No. 7 Faraday Street, London | 8:17 in the morning   As narrated by Ariel, a cockatoo of considerable vocabulary and absolutely no breeding. There were five detectives at the Star Seeker Detective Agency, all exceptionally handsome, extraordinarily gifted, and, in Ariel's professional opinion, utterly bloody useless before breakfast. "WAKE UP, YOU MISERABLE SONS OF BISCUITS!" Ariel announced this from atop Wolptinger's head.  The Welsh corgi, a gentleman of infinite patience and limited ambition, continued chewing his breakfast sausage. "Good morning, Ariel," Elias Sinclair greeted cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING, YOU DAFT LITTLE TURNIP!" Elias beamed. "She's in excellent spirits today." "She's threatened to murder the milkman twice," Sebastian Ashford murmured. "THRICE, YOU SLEEP-DEPRIVED BASTARD!" Sebastian, who possessed the unfortunate gift of prophecy, stared into his thir...

I'm a writer, so I believe that life is made up of moments. There are certain moments in our lives that will change us forever. We only have to be aware of these moments so we can treasure them when we're old. I have a huge photo album and scrapbook in my head that's chock-full of snapshots of memories, stories and anecdotes about my family, friends, lovers and acquaintances. I think I have one for each year of my life that's full of organized chaos. When I write about my life, I like to think that I'm pulling them out of a bookshelf so I can look at them again. I am bad at keeping journals, but I have my life scattered online, so that's okay. I guess my descendants will just have to deal with my blog containing my nuggets of wisdom if I ever have any. Honestly, I'm having a hard time choosing a moment to share right now. I have so many of them. I want to talk about all of them and how they are important in shaping me as the person that I am right now. That...

COME TO THE HALLOWEEN PARTY 🎃🖤 Two rival Demon Lords. One outrageously expensive Halloween party. A diplomatic truce hanging by a thread. Meet Eriol, the devastatingly competent sovereign with a dangerously charming smile, and Zevarion, whose latest political ambition involves commanding an army of pumpkins. Add one suspiciously opinionated pumpkin knight, a gothic estate full of supernatural guests, and enough romantic tension to constitute a public safety hazard. Flirt with danger. Choose your own romantic adventure. Try not to get bitten by the decorations. Everyone is invited. Nobody promised you'd leave with your heart intact. 🎃 Come to the Halloween Party: https://tipsy.chat/chat/1793473487959173342 #TipsyChat #PopiaChat #BookTok #Halloween #SeductiveVenusBooks

  THE ALBION STAR THE GENTLEMEN OF FARADAY STREET | EXCLUSIVE SOCIETY INTERVIEW TOO CLEVER TO COURT? Adrian Blackwood on Dangerous Men, Difficult Colleagues, and Why His Cat Has Better Judgment Than Most of London The wizard of the Star Seeker Detective Agency possesses an extraordinary mind, impeccable manners, and a smile so rarely witnessed that several ladies have begun offering rewards for its discovery. By Miss Beatrice Vale, Special Correspondent No. 7 Faraday Street, London. Four o'clock in the afternoon. Adrian Blackwood opened the study door precisely three seconds before I knocked. “You're early, Miss Vale.” “By two minutes.” “One minute and fifty-seven seconds, actually.” This, dear readers, was how my afternoon began. Mr Blackwood was dressed in immaculate dark tailoring, his expression composed, his hair artfully disobedient. His extraordinary left eye regarded me with the unsettling precision of a man who could probably deduce my childhood disappointments from th...

YOUR NEXT FICTIONAL BOYFRIEND MAY HAVE A CLASSIFIED MILITARY CLEARANCE. Perhaps you'll reunite with someone you thought you had lost forever. Maybe you'll fall for your most irritating professional rival. Perhaps your university crush happens to pilot a giant experimental machine. Or maybe, you're about to enter a political marriage with a revolutionary who considers flirting a perfectly acceptable diplomatic strategy. Whatever your preference, the galaxy has made five arrangements. CODE: TMRW is a shared science-fiction universe featuring five individual romantic routes. Your story, your choices, your relationship. The revolution is underway. The performances are spectacular. The men are complicated. Naturally, none of this is going to be straightforward. Choose your pilot. Find your story. Come to the Halcyon. #TipsyChat #Popia #TMRW #BookTok #ChooseYourRomance #SeductiveVenusBooks

Title: Childhood Promise Author: Seductive Venus Series: Naruto Genre: Romance Status: Complete Published: 08-11-04  Originally posted in Fanfiction.net Reposted for Lemon-chan Note: Written without AI in 2004! :) Uchiha Sasuke heard the door close. He opened his eyes into the blinding darkness.  He blinked and noticed pale moonlight coming in from the open window. The voices were right outside the door. He should be quick if he wanted to get away. He tried to get up but his body refused to comply, so even the effort of keeping his eyes open was tiring.  The soft bed welcomed him, and the wind softly lulled him to sleep. He didn't have time to rest... he had to go... The bedside clock ticked quite loudly and he turned, wincing from the pain, to look at it. One o'clock in the morning.  Kami-sama, he had driven himself too hard. It would be a miracle if he even got as far as two miles without being detected by the Anbu. Sasuke shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He t...

I am fortunate to have lots of good friends in my life. When I had my saju done online, it said that I would always meet people who would be helpful to me. But I can definitely say that we meet people for a reason, a season, and a lifetime. I have a very small Inner Circle of Friends, and it's getting smaller every year. So, I only have one Best Friend. She's unfortunate enough to have gained the title after more than two decades of friendship. Her name is Mina. She's tall, slim, and pretty with big, chocolate-brown eyes and bigger, curly hair. We've known each other since high school, and we haven't let go of each other since. I think she's beautiful because she has the nicest heart and the sweetest spirit in the entire world. I will always hold her in the highest regard because she's proven how loyal, kindhearted, and gentle she is.  When we were in high school, we didn't really spend a lot of time together. Even in college, we didn't really know w...

I am a romance writer. Since I was thirteen years old, I've been writing about love and romance through fanfics. Because I read beautiful and funny fanfics by Syaoran no Hime and other amazing writers during the 2003 golden era, I've been exposed to all its hues, colors, and nuances so much that I am saturated with it. It means a lot to me because it gives me something to long for, to wish for, and to live for. My stories are full of a maiden's longing and hopeful yearnings. This is the goal of my stories. I want to give my readers a sweet escape, a soft illusion, and a beautiful world where they can pretend that they are the heroes, heroines, or villains in a fantastic love story crafted to melt even the hardest heart. When I was younger, I thought that romance was all about roses, candlelight, and sweet music. It meant sweeping another person off their feet after promising them the moon and the stars. It was supposed to be about the sweet, tender, and over-the-top gesture...

THE HEALER, THE HEARTBREAKER, AND THE HIGHLY OPINIONATED VEGETABLE An afternoon with Lord Alistair Everard, who can coax roses into bloom, mend a broken heart, and apparently cannot keep his familiar from eating the press. By Miss Beatrice Vale, Special Correspondent Faraday Street, London. A particularly fine spring afternoon. There are men who cultivate gardens, and then there is Lord Alistair Everard, who appears to have negotiated a private arrangement with spring itself. I found the young Irish lord kneeling among the rosebushes, sleeves rolled to his elbows, auburn hair catching the afternoon sun. A few words spoken beneath his breath sent a climbing rose unfurling its first blossoms weeks ahead of schedule. He glanced up, smiled, and revealed dimples that ought, in my professional opinion, to be declared a public hazard. “Miss Vale. You're very welcome. Mind the thorns.” A warning I should have taken more seriously. At his feet sat a pumpkin. Not an ordinary pumpkin. This on...