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[chaoticproductivity]

[Part 1]

At 17 years old, on her debut into society, Hinata was afraid. Her head and her heart had been filled with horror stories by her maids:

"Never be alone with a man!" 

"Be aware of his hands when you are dancing!"

"Do not encourage inappropriate conversation!"

"Always stay close to you chaperone!"

"Do not wander alone!"

"Do not let a man get too close!"

"And never, never be alone with a man!"

And so on.

At the same time, apparently her sole purpose in life was to find an agreeable man to marry.

How would she manage that, considering she was terrified of getting too close to the other sex, thanks to her maids' warnings?

Therefore, her first two seasons were wasted away on barely touching dances, brief and shallow conversations, avoidant eye contact and constant supervision.

She was labelled exceedling shy.

Hinata did not receive a single marriage proposal. Hiashi, her father, did not look impressed.

Not that she wasn't grateful for her maids' concern for her purity, considering they were the ones to raise her after her mother died, when her sister was just an infant and her father was often away.

In her third season, she met Ino. She was french. It was quite a bit scandalous around the ton when Sai entered the first ball of the season with her, introducing her as his wife. 

Hinata didn't understand why, at first, until she went home and told the maids. Apparently, albeit being high born, Ino used to work! Imagine that!

On the second event of the season that Hinata attended, she had the opportunity of talking with Ino. She was rather pleasant and had the most beautiful eyes. Ino praised Hinata's pronunciation of her language. It was obvious she was eager for a friend, any friend. Hinata, deep inside, after being so recluse given her fear and her family’s protection, was longing for a friend just like Ino.

Third season, again no marriage prospects for Hinata. This time, even her father seemed surprised. She was a Duke's daughter, after all.

At 20 years old, on her fourth season, all the other girls that had debuted with her were already married, some even pregnant. 

It was the third ball when she met Naruto. Of course she knew of him, being the unpredictable adopted son of Marquess Jiraya, but Naruto was quite fond of travelling and not so much of being tied down, the reason why he had never attended high society's marriage market.

Naruto waltzed in, all bright smiles and booming voice, the image of a highly eligible, quite handsome, young gentleman. Jiraya was right behind him, daring anyone to say anything about their lack of blood relation. No one would. 

Mamas all over the hall started whispering, some went to grab their daughters from the company of other gentlemen that seemed a perfectly adequate match only one minute before. 

Hinata did not move. She was alone. Her cousin, serving as her chaperone for the night, was nowhere to be found, not heeding the warnings of her maids. Ino and Sai were not in attendance. The attention was elsewhere, her dance card was empty, so Hinata did one of the things her maids advised her not to do a long time ago: she went wandering by herself.

Not for the first time.

Naruto found her sitting at a stone bench, her feet dangling over a shallow pond. She was not far from the open doors leading to the ball hall, could still hear the music, the merry chatter and laughter, candle light spilling out, hitting her just enough to not be completely in the dark.

He didn't say a word, just sat beside her, facing the party as she had her back to it. The act startled her, but Hinata faked well. Part of her wanted to get away, the part that won wanted to stay and discover what he intended.

She turned to look at Naruto. His blue eyes glowing from the lights coming from the ballroom. He smiled the same bright smile he had arrived with.

"Have we been introduced?"

"I believe not, sir."

Wasn't she engaging in another of the things that her maids told her not to do?

"I saw your eyes the moment I walked in there."

It was a lie.

It must be.

She wanted to believe him.

Just this once.

"Do you dance?"

"Mustn't we all?"

This time, he laughed.

Naruto extended his hand. Hinata turned around on the bench before taking it. He led her to the dance floor, the rumour mill running as soon as the mamas caught up who he was dancing with. They did not talk much, but danced twice. 

Hinata was quite happy on their ride home, her cousin much less so. He advised her against Naruto, but at that moment she did not have the ears for it. It was the very first time she was approached for something that resembled courtship and she was letting herself dream for once.

Two days later, they met again at a soiree and Naruto spent half an hour sitting by her side, talking in a low voice, almost to her ear. Hinata could feel his hot breath on her neck. It made her hot all over. She was allowing him to get very close.

A week later, they were all invited for a dinner party at Ino's house. She had become famous for her intimate gatherings and the ton longed for invitations, but it was all very exclusive, even among the society. On a lone corner, beside an enormous bouquet - Ino's house was always brimming with flowers -, Naruto kissed her. 

For being her first kiss, it was devastatingly good. His hands wandered and Hinata let them. Her hands wandered and she felt bold, wicked, vindicated against all the things that terrified her.

She could be ruined by that, yes, if anyone saw.

No one saw.

Naruto did not take action to marry her in respect for her honour.

In any case, she did not feel dishonoured by a kiss.

It was their little dirty secret.

Naruto ended up marrying Sakura at the end of that season.

They probably had a secret of their own.

Hinata attended the wedding ceremony.

"I fell in love with your eyes first of all." 

Hinata cried as they recited their vows.

Naruto was her first kiss, her first secret ruin, her first heartbreak.

In her father's and maids' opinions, not wed after four seasons, Hinata was well on her way of becoming a spinster. Hinata herself had made peace with it, especially because, at 21, she was not terrified of men anymore, the shyness had subsided, and the warnings and vigilant eyes became less frequent, convinced by her character.

Kiba was someone she met off season, at their estate. He was a soldier. It was around New Year's after her 21st birthday. 

With him, both of them knew it was doomed before it even started.

She would meet him on her way into town, a path she walked often, even in the winter, especially in winter.

Kiba let her explore his body and showed whatever she was curious about. Explained what only married women ought to know, how to put a baby inside. They kissed. His hands wandered too, but only his hands, and hers as well.

Then, one day in mid February, she arrived at the shack where they used to meet to find only a scribbled note saying his regiment had to leave earlier than expected.

Saying goodbye.

Hinata liked to think that they had an intimate friendship more than a romantic relationship.

Her fifth and sixth seasons came and went, uneventful. At least, not the event her family expected. Under curtains, in hidden broom closets, unwatched gardens, her secret little events kept on happening. If she was already deemed unmarriable, her fun could not be of any harm for her current reputation, if kept quiet.

Hinata could say she had become quite the matchmaker. Three out of the three men she had kissed ended up married at the end of each season. Therefore, out of tacit agreement, her secret was safe.

At 23, three months before her seventh season - and this one she was quite dreading giving her advanced age -, their neighbour estate, one of the smaller properties of another duke, sent them most disconsolate a letter: their eldest son and heir had passed away from disease at 33 years of age, married, but childless.

Hinata met Sasuke at a funeral.

[nejihina101]

Bolo de Chocolate

by Tilim (@chaoticproductivity)

• P O R T U G E S B R A S I L E I R O • R A T E D T • 2 0 7 9 W O R D S •

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relatioinships: Hyuuga Hinata/Hyuuga Neji

Characters: Hyuuga Hinata, Hyuuga Neji, Hyuuga Hanabi

Chapters: 1 / 1

• T A G S

Romance, Originally posted on Fanfiction.net

• S U M M A R Y

Quer saber? Pro inferno com o meu perfeito autocontrole. Sei que é proibido e pecaminoso, mas vou deixar para me importar com isso depois.

[madamebaggio]

If you assume... [Part 1]

Bilbo Baggins didn’t mean to be suspicious. He truly didn’t.

He was happy - for what felt like the first time in forever. It wasn’t contentment - which he’d previously mistaken for happiness.

No, this was true happiness, a satisfying sense of fulfilment and the notion that he’d found his place in the world.

And yes, all of this might have come after its fair share of challenges - to put it mildly -, but Bilbo was happy.

Deeply, gloriously, deliriously happy.

Therefore he wasn’t just walking around Erebor looking for ways to destroy his own joy. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact. He took his role as Prince Consort seriously and he did his best for all the dwarves who lived under the Mountain.

Bilbo had learned a lot about himself since Thorin Oakenshield appeared on his front step. Well, primarily he’d learned he had a thing for grumpy old dwarves, but more than that: Bilbo learned that there was so much more to the world. Much more than his home and his comfort and his peace of mind. There was adventure and loss and so many people out there, and he could have a role in helping those people.

Bilbo was no hero, but he could do something to help those around him.

And he loved his grumpy old dwarf. Thorin wasn’t the easiest to deal with, but he was the one who Bilbo loved more than anything else. They’d had a rocky start, but they’d worked on their problems, they fought for Erebor and now they were stronger than ever.

Or at least Bilbo thought they were!

However, lately something was happening around the mountain. The Company was acting secretive - and they were terrible at it! 

And Thorin!

He was writing letters that Bilbo wasn’t allowed to read, ending conversations when the hobbit entered the room.

Bilbo didn’t mean to be suspicious… But what if Thorin was planning on leaving him? That was the only possible explanation. Thorin was unhappy and wanted to find himself a dwarf.

Bilbo wasn’t even sure what to think anymore, because everytime he tried to talk to one of the other members of the Company, he rarely felt assured. Bombur, for example, ran away every time he saw Bilbo coming around. Fíli and Kíli started dashing out of rooms as soon as he entered them.

He was feeling like he’d gone mad.

And that was why he’d followed the sound of voices to an empty room. He tried to hear from the other side of the door, but it was impossible to distinguish the words being spoken. So he pushed the door open. And was greeted by silence and panicked faces.

The whole Company was there - except for himself and Gandalf, obviously - and as soon as they saw his face, they stopped talking. Now silence hung heavily in the air, making the situation more awkward with every passing second.

“Nice weather we have been having lately”, Glóin proclaimed loudly.

They were having a pretty bad drought, and they all knew that.

“What are we discussing?” Bilbo asked sweetly.

“Dinner!” Bofur proclaimed at the same time Kíli screamed “The solstice” and Nóri said something about his wife thinking she might be pregnant.

They were all clearly lying. And worst of all was Thorin, who was busy shoving a piece of parchment on his tunic, not saying a word.

Now, Bilbo was not a dramatic hobbit, but he was sure his husband was planning on leaving him.

(Thorin’s POV)

[triforceluna]

QSMP!!

[transgenderer]

There are many theories about the origins of the rhyme. They include:

It is descended from Old English or Welsh counting, similar to the old shepherd's count "Yan Tan Tethera" or the Cornish "Eena, mena, mona, mite".

British colonials returning from India introduced a doggerel version of an Indian children's rhyme used in the game of carom billiards:baji neki baji thou,

elim tilim latim gou.

It comes from a Swahili poem brought to the Americas by enslaved Africans: Iino ya mmiini maiini mo.

It comes from a centuries-old, possibly Old Saxon, divination rhyme, argued for in 1957 by the Dutch philologists Jan Naarding and Klaas Heeroma of the Nedersaksisch Instituut [nds; nds-nl] (Low Saxon Institute) at the University of Groningen. The rhyme was recorded in 1904 by Nynke van Hichtum in Goor in the eastern Netherlands.

Anne manne miene mukke,

Ikke tikke takke tukke,

Eere vrouwe grieze knech,

Ikke wikke wakke weg.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

If you assume...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UY7mdIz

by MadameBaggio, Tilim

This is going to be the best birthday party of Bilbo's life, if Thorin, King Under the Mountain, has any say on it.

And if Thorin and the Company can keep the secret long enough, that is.

Words: 2149, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of If you assume...

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: bagginshield, POV Thorin, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Idiots in Love, Miscommunication, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UY7mdIz

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

If you assume...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bnOoNLa

by Tilim

This is going to be the best birthday party of Bilbo's life, if Thorin, King Under the Mountain, has any say on it. And if Thorin and the Company can keep the secret long enough, that is.

Words: 615, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of If you assume...

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: bagginshield, POV Thorin, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Idiots in Love, Miscommunication, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bnOoNLa

[aqparaq]

ahhh i forgot. but qazaq tilim jetpeid

уики парағы жазғым немесе аударғым келеді

[zamonaviycom]

Ona tilim, ruhimning qoni (21 OKTYABR / 21-OKTABR TIL BAYRAMI UCHUN SHERLAR / TIL BAYRAMI HAQIDA SHERLAR, TABRIKLAR)

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[chaoticproductivity]

[Part 2]

It was only the second day of January when the letter arrived. 

Duke Hyuuga had always cultivated a long and courteous relationship with the neighbouring dukedom, the Uchiha, especially because both current dukes had attended college together.

Hinata remembered them, from when her mother was alive, because both duchesses had shared a season in the ton. Mikoto got married to Fugaku in her first season, but Hikari had to wait two to finally snatch Hiashi, who was doing business overseas.

They used to play together, Hinata and both the Uchiha boys, when she was still quite young. Itachi was much older and was sent to boarding school when Hinata was still a toddler, but Sasuke was only three years older than her, so they were able to spend a little more time together. Three summers, to be exact, from when she was 6 to 8.

She hadn't seen him in 15 years.

So yes, she could say that she really met him at the funeral.

Since Itachi was the heir, Sasuke had lived mostly unnoticed and didn't really have a reputation besides being the absent son of Lord Uchiha, always travelling to far away lands.

No one knew Itachi had poor health, not even the family, not even the wife! Itachi, apparently, had hid it too well.

"I-i-i..." The widow was inconsolable. "I-i ha-had... No..." Mikoto was beside her, also crying, but in a more restrained manner. "I had... N-no idea... He was even... Sick..." She was trying to justify her ignorance while gulping air and crying her eyes out. Poor thing.

The wake was held three days after the letter arrived and it was clear not many people had been invited. The Hyuugas, Marquis Jiraya and his adopted son, a few selected inferior Uchihas, no more than half a dozen of other important, close families.

Naruto passed Hinata, nodding politely, followed close by his pink haired wife. Neither of them gave any indication they remembered who Hinata was. 

Sasuke looked... Detached. It was known he and Naruto were close friends, having attended boarding school and college at the same time, then travelling together for a few years, but Sasuke had remained serious and stoic, cold even, when exchanging a few words with Naruto. He was polite when addressed, but Hinata noticed early on that people refrained from approaching him.

There weren't many flowers around, it was winter afterall, blossoms were hard to come by. The Hyuugas had a winter garden, therefore were able to send three vases to decorate the mourning hall, for which Mikoto was most grateful.

Sasuke helped carry the casket the short distance to the family burial ground. So did the duke. And Neji, to show respect. The widow had to be carried by the women, she simply could not stand on her own. The only good thing was that the snow had stopped falling. 

All in all, it was a quick affair.

When the people started to leave, Sasuke remained, a dark figure against the white and grey of the landscape. When she saw he was not walking back to the house, Hinata stopped. His shoulders were shaking, the telltale of crying. Hinata left him be, tragically beautiful, not senseless enough to pretend she could offer him any comfort.

A few days later, she learned Sasuke was still at the Uchiha property neighbouring the Hyuuga estate, because she saw him riding a black horse near the border of their properties while coming back to the mansion after an afternoon walk. He was riding too fast to make notice of her.

"Well, yes, he is to be duke now", her cousin explained when, at tea time, she told him of having seen Sasuke. "He can't just go travelling whenever he pleases, anymore. Now he is expected to attend to Itachi's duties and to get married."

"What about you, cousin?", asked Hanabi, coyly. Neji coughed, knowing what she meant. Where was his wife since he was also to be duke? Neji changed the subject.

The spare is how seconds sons are called. Collateral in case the first one doesn't make it. Hinata's father had really taken the short straw by having two daughters, but he was fond enough of his deceased twin brother's son, Neji, to be content with their predicament of the dukedom going to him instead. The Uchihas, particularly Fugaku, did not seem quite so glad that Sasuke was now the heir.

Hinata dragged Hanabi to have tea with them one afternoon mid January, that's how she learned the widow would now move in with the inlaws at the main estate. She was quite overcome with grief and Mikoto thought best not to leave her alone. At the same time, the duke was eager to go home, so they would do it in a couple days.

"Sasuke will stay behind to take care of Itachi's affairs a while longer." Mikoto turned to Hinata then, grabbing her hand. "Would you keep an eye on him for me, dear? Just to make sure he is in good health."

"Of course, Your Grace."

If Mikoto was any other mama, and if she had not just lost a son, Hinata would think she had other intentions with that request, but she knew better. The duchess saw Hinata as she was: a safe spinster.

The Uchihas left. 

Sasuke stayed behind, riding his horse through their fields. He was a creature of habit, Hinata noticed quickly. He would ride everyday, at the same time, except when the weather was unforgiving. 

At one of those evening rides, Hinata grabbed her own horse and went the opposite way, to his house. There she waited, under the gaze of curious servants, for she was an unmarried lady waiting for a bachelor, alone.

"What are you doing here?" Was the very rude question she was greeted with when he entered the drawing room where Hinata was waiting for him.

"Waiting for you."

"Why?"

"Your mother asked me to."

"What?"

Calmly, Hinata drank the last of her tea and stood up, grabbing a sugar cookie.

"Your mother worries, as mothers do." Hinata approached him, unfazed by the enraged dark stare. She looked him up and down a couple times, then, without warning or shilly-shallying, grabbed his arm, pinching it. 

"Have you gone mad?" He recoiled like an offended snake, flushing a little.

"Good, you seem to be in good health." Hinata gathered her coat and gloves that were draped over a side chair. "Good day, sir."

Hinata left a quite flabbergasted Sasuke behind, wondering what had just happened. How dare she... And alone... His mother? How? Why? When had she... What had just... Who she thought she was?

Sasuke was still trying to make sense of her when a note came the next day inviting him to dinner at the Hyuuga Manor. His first instinct was to decline, if not for the rather impressive encounter with the pearl eyed woman the day before. 

He barely remembered her from his childhood. They were playmates, briefly. He did not, however, remember her name. She was Miss Hyuuga, that much he knew, but what was her first name again? 

It was Neji who received him in the drawing room of Hyuuga Manor when the servant directed Sasuke to wait there.

"Uchiha, you came."

"Hyuuga", Sasuke answered as a greeting. He knew Neji from society. There were not that many dukes, after all. "Thank you for the invitation."

"My cousin insisted."

Sasuke nodded. He had not yet elaborated a full opinion regarding Miss Hyuuga and the previous day's encounter, but since she had been there alone, maybe Neji did not know about that particular excursion.

"Oh!" Sasuke turned to where a girl was standing, staring at him. He had not seen her before, but she looked the spitting image of the gentleman in the room with him. "Sister, he really came for dinner."

Not a second too late, Miss Hyuuga was standing beside the smaller girl in a beautiful light blue dress. Her hair was up with ribbons, a lace ribbon also around her neck, and long white gloves. Hanabi was dressed in a similar manner, and Sasuke realised even Neji looked ready for a ball at the ton. Sasuke, with his nice evening coat and simple cravat, felt suddenly underdressed.

"Yes, Hanabi", the woman smiled and prompted her sister to enter the room, nodding at Sasuke as a greeting when they were close enough. "He said so in his note."

"Good evening." Hiashi entered the room after his daughters.

"Lord Hyuuga", said Sasuke. 

"Uchiha", Hiashi also closed the distance. "We thought better to leave you be after your brother's passing, but feel free to come visit if you so please. You are welcome here. Itachi was always a kind neighbour."

Sasuke's expression did not change, for good or for bad.

"I thank you, sir.''

Hiashi seemed quite pleased with himself.

Before any of them could say anything else, a servant came to announce that dinner was served and it went by quickly and mostly silently. The food was exquisite, so Sasuke did not feel bad for focusing his attention on the plate. Afterwards, Hiashi retired upstairs right away, leaving the youngsters to socialise. Before, he would remain amongst the inebriated gentleman for whiskey and cigars while his Hikari had her own fun with the ladies. Now, he had Neji to chaperone his daughters when the need arises. 

"Uchiha", Neji approached passing Sasuke a glass with two finger's of an amber liquid. "Given the circumstances, will you be joining us this season?"

"It is going to be my first season", Hanabi piped in. "I convinced father that I needed more dancing lessons and was able to avoid being presented last year."

"You did need more dancing lessons." Neji commented as someone that had had his feet stomped on too many times. "And still do, for some rhythms."

"It is good enough." Hanabi retorted. "Sister has impeccable dancing and is still unmarried, which proves that dancing is not what a gentleman is really looking for in a wife."

The information caught Sasuke's attention. How come Hinata was unmarried and had gone to his house, had been alone with him so unceremoniously?

"It might be the thing a gentleman is looking for in you, Hanabi."

"Oh, please." Hanabi threw herself at the dessert plate. "Look at Hinata! I don't stand a chance of getting married if she received only 4 proposals after six seasons."

Hinata! Yes, that was her first name. The mention made him look at her. Hinata was uncomfortable, Sasuke could tell from the other side of the room. She faked well, looking out the window sipping her tea. 

"Yes", Sasuke finally answered Neji. "Given the circumstances, I might attend this year."

"Prepare yourself. You're going to be the talk of the season." Neji downed his drink. "And the highest prize for the plotting mamas."

Sasuke downed his drink too. Neji seemed like he knew what he was talking about, at least regarding that. Naruto had said something similar about the season when he was looking for a wife himself - the search was cut short because of his indiscretions with Sakura.

"That may be a good thing", Hinata said. "If you are looking for a suitable wife, you'll have the first pick."

"Indeed."

Sasuke approached the drinks tray on the other side of the room and decided to switch his liquor for some tea. He still had a ride home to take and the last thing he wanted was to fall from the horse and die in a muddy ditch. Fortunately for him, it was not snowing or raining. Unfortunately, it was a very cold night.

"Want me to serve you?"

"No need."

Hinata turned to the window again and Sasuke used that time to observe her. She was not a very tall woman nor horribly thin. Her skin tone was so white she could pass as a sick person if not for the rosy cheeks. She was well-mannered, discreet, and didn't seem to take up much space; loyal, if the checking up on him by his mother's request was any indication. Being the eldest daughter of a duke and motherless from a young age, no doubt she was capable of running a household. 

How was such a lady still unmarried?

"You are staring."

And spilling the tea, he noticed. Sasuke tried to recover when she came to his aid, simply tipping the tea cup a little so the excess was caught in the saucer and then dumped the saucer's contents into the teapot. 

"There." Hinata smiled and he saw the blush in her cheeks. "You should've let me pour you a cup."

Unfazed.

Teasing.

Caring.

How was she still unmarried?

"If you need assistance this season, let us know." 

"Huh?" 

"My cousin should also be looking for a wife, but he insists on marrying us off before doing so." Hinata was fixing her own cup, which made it impossible for Sasuke to look at her eyes. "Hanabi has yet to have her chance, but it's too late for me and I hope he realises that."

"What do you mean?"

Hinata did not answer. She took the cup to her lips and sipped, looking over to her cousin and her sister. Sasuke was curious, feeling like that was the answer he needed to truly understand her, but she stepped away without another word and he did not know her enough to pry.

A week later, Sasuke attended dinner with the Hyuugas again, this time dressed up a little more. Five days after that, it was afternoon tea. When the snow started to slowly melt, he went hunting with Neji. And every so often, would stop by to exchange a few words with Hiashi about the properties and dukedom affairs. On one occasion, he even walked from the village with Hanabi and her maid, and she told all the details to her older sister upon arriving home, like it was some kind of miracle. 

As for Hinata, she kept on visiting him, at his house, all by herself. 

After the third time, he got quite used to it.

After a couple more visits, he started to expect her.

She never stayed much, the doors were always wide open, sometimes the maid who brought tea would stay in the room, in the corner. For Hinata's sake, Sasuke noticed. They could be their servants, but the Hyuugas were the sires of that county, and there their loyalties laid. Or maybe, just with Hinata. She knew his servants by name since the first visit, he learned.

She never stayed much, the doors were always wide open, sometimes the maid who brought tea would stay in the room, in the corner. For Hinata's sake, Sasuke noticed. They could be their servants, but the Hyuugas were the sires of that county, and there their loyalties laid. Or maybe, just with Hinata. She knew his servants by name since the first visit, he learned.

During the five minute visits, she would not even sit.

For the fifteen minute ones, she would make time for a cup of tea.

One day, she stayed for half an hour, engrossed in a book. Sasuke entered while she read and sat, looking at her, both in perfect silence. Hinata took the book with her.

Sometimes, they would meet coincidentally along the way and walk together. It was an easy conversation. She was well-read in most topics and an expert on the society affairs that Sasuke had kept away for so long. All she asked in return were tales from his travels.

"Naruto was with me that time, it was raining and all the hotels were full, but we needed a place to stay, so without thinking we entered the first brothel we..." Sasuke interrupted himself, palling. He looked up at Hinata, but she simply sipped her tea. "Forgive me", he said, very stiff. "It's not a tale appropriate for a lady."

"Why not?"

Hinata put the cup back in the saucer and grabbed a cookie. 

"Do you think well-bread ladies don't know about brothels?" Her question was delivered without stuttering, but not without blushing. "Or that we don't know what happens inside them?"

"Do you?" Without waiting for the answer, he followed. "How?"

"Women can get to know the world too, we just have to be extremely more careful than men." Her words weren't bitter where they should be, but resigned. "We are doomed to a much bigger sentence for a much more insignificant sin."

"That's the reason why you are still unmarried?"

"Oh no", she smiled. "My reputation is pristine. Maybe too much so."

They finished going up the hill from where Hyuuga Manor could be seen beyond the woods and the field.

"At three and twenty, and so many seasons, I've learned society is more than willing to sweep some indiscretions under the rug. Not all of them are plotting all of the time, you know."

"So even someone like you has been indiscreet."

"Yes, even someone like me..."

"That's why you think it's too late for you?"

"No, I think it's too late for me because that's just how things are."

They made it down the hill, into the woods.

Sasuke realised he wanted her.

Like a man wants a woman, and a woman wants a man back, he wants her.

More dangerous still, he realised that he could have her. In that way, she would most likely let him. 

Why else would she be so honest and candid in their conversations?

Why else would she let him know she was not so innocent?

She trusted him.

Why did she trust him?

"The new season starts in two weeks."

"Yes." Sasuke was not looking forward to it.

"You'll find a wife, and when you do, treat her well." Hinata took a step closer to him. 

Hinata trusted Sasuke because, for her, he was safely just out of reach.

Sasuke had the time to notice the dots of light from the gaps between the leaves illuminating her. No, it was not that he had the time, but he wanted to notice how it illuminated her, how it made her eyes even more pale.

Sasuke realised he wanted her.

Like a husband wants a wife, like a person wants an equal, like wanting a partner, a friend. 

He wanted to ask her to marry him there and then, but he had a feeling she would say no for whatever reason, and for no reason at all, and he could not afford that.

Instead, he took a step closer.

"Let me tell you more about the world."

She nodded.

They kissed. 

And kissed and kissed.

And the new season began.

[civiluz]

Til - millat ko'zgusi

Til – millat ko’zgusi

Ma’lumki, dunyodagi 200ta til bugunda davlat tili maqomiga erishgan bo‘lib, shular orasida o‘zbek tili ham bor. YuNESKO ma’lumotlariga ko‘ra, bugun dunyoda 6 ming 909 til mavjud bo‘lib, ulardan atigi 200 ga yaqini davlat tili yoki rasmiy til maqomiga ega. Ular qatorida ona tilimiz – o‘zbek tilining borligi har birimizning qalbimizni faxr-iftixorga to‘ldiradi. O‘zbek tilining nufuzi bugungi kunda…

[madamebaggio]

If you assume... [Part 5]

Bilbo was at his wits end. He could hardly talk to any of the other dwarves and when he managed to catch one of them to talk they’d always give him horrible answers - with the worst excuses possible.

In complete desperation, he decided to write his cousin Drogo a letter, in hopes that he’d have some kind of advice to offer.

Thorin was acting in a way that made Bilbo even more anxious, as he also seemed to be avoiding him.

He still kept some of his letters a secret, always telling Bilbo that they weren’t important, but changing the subject when Bilbo asked to read them.

He couldn’t take all of this.

A part of him wanted to yell at his husband, then go back to the Shire and be done with all of this. However, the biggest part of him - the one that loved his stupid dwarf so much - didn’t want to just give up on him. He didn’t understand why this was happening, why Thorin wouldn’t just talk to him if they had problems.

He wanted to fight for his dwarf, but how could he, when he didn’t know what the problem was?

It all felt bleak.

He did write to Drogo, but his letter wasn’t about going back to the Shire. It was just asking for support and help from someone he trusted. He wanted Drogo to comfort him, because that was what he was missing.

He wanted his dear cousin to tell him everything would be alright.

Bilbo Baggins was not giving up on Thorin. And that damned dwarf better be quite aware of that fact.

Feeling a bit better, Bilbo put the letter on an envelope and decided to take it personally to the messenger, a walk would do him well.

He was crossing a hallway when he found Kíli and Fíli whispering together. 

“What are you two doing?”

The two princes jumped at the same time, turning to him with guilty expressions.

“Nothing.” They said at the same time, hiding their hands behind their backs.

Bilbo snapped. “Tell me. Now!”

“It is nothing, Uncle Bilbo”, Fíli hurried to say.

“We promise. Why would you think we are hiding something?” Kíli said, making his brother elbow him.

“Now I am certain you are hiding something.” Bilbo crossed his arms. “Tell me now.”

The brothers exchanged panicked looks, and at that point Bilbo decided it was time to make it clear he was not about to be discarded from this family.

“I know what Thorin is doing!”, he informed the two princes, hands on his waist. “If he thinks he can plan all of this behind my back, he is quite mistaken.” The brothers’ eyes rounded in their shock, but the hobbit was not done. “I have had enough with all of this! He will be lucky if I do not decide to just walk back to the Shire at this point!” He shook the letter in his hand. “I might as well send a letter to my cousin Drogo now and tell him to come pick me up!”

“Bilbo!” Fíli exclaimed in dismay.

“Please, no!” the younger brother begged.

“Tell Thorin I will not stand for this!” And with a proud huff and his head held high, Bilbo walked away.

(Thorin’s POV)

[virahaus]

Do you have any sasuhina recommendations

Hi! I do have some recs, but bear with me. I didn't read much about them so you will forgive me if I can't give you many recs.

First we have: 

A Question of Professionalism by GremlinSR. A stunning fic, wrote beautifully and all the characters are IC. It's my favourite SasuHina, and I have such a soft spot for it. It follows canon until after Naruto The Last and then goes canon divergent. Absolutely lovely work.

with you by Tilim. A very enjoyable fic, and I loved it. Great characterization and development. It’s canon up untile after the fouth ninja war and then it diverges. 

Saudade by Fher34. Lovely, lovely work. A tender SasuHina that explores their relationship with sweet snapshots of their life together. I urge you to go through the author profile because they have a rich page with lots of SasuHina fics.

Evanesce by ChasingAnswers. Short but sweet OS.

The Chill of Winter by Lanse.  Cute OS, a lovely start for a relationship between Sasuke and Hinata. Also, Sasuke is absolutely besotted already.

Miru Hoshi by Reinao Tanaka. Lovely canon divergence, with lots of action and love. I also urge you to take a look at the author’s page because they have a lot of worthy SasuHina stories in their profile.

Bittersweet by Lisea18. Hinata moving on from unrequited love and falling in love with Sasuke. Plus ANBU!Hinata which I always appreciate. 

Ikigai by Lanse. Lots of Hinata whump in this one, and a not-so-noble Sasuke coming to help her. If you are searching for healty relationship, this may not be for you. 

Our Son by SilverKitsune2017. What happens when they have a son after a one night stand? Well imagine that in the canon universe. Drama is assured to begin. A bit of Clan Hyuuga bashing, but overall I enjoyed it. The author has quite the collection of SasuHina fics in their profile, so it’s worth checking out. 

Operation SasuHina: Halloween by MsChifSantos. This one is a Modern AU, with our Sasuke triying to get the girl he likes to be his girlfriend. A nice cute fic, very good if someone likes a bit of humor too. 

Plain, simple, but mine by BK-Black Knight. Another moder AU, with some found family feels. 

The Hyuuga curse by BWL. If you like some crack and humor this fic is the right choice for you. Also the SasuHina is very sweet. 

Better off dead by wingedmercury. A well thought AU in the canon setting.

Hold on tight by Unbalanced kiss. A hight school AU with Sasuke as a knight in shining armor saving Hinata from a nasty situation.

All for love by Rampantt. Deals with some side (and abusive) established NaruHina, but SasuHina is endgame. 

And last but not least my fic, Re-Life. It’s canon compliant until the end of the fourth ninja war and then diverges. 

I hope I helped you!

[javokhirmakhamad]

Assalomu alaykum. Men ilk postimni o'zbek tilida yozishni istardim. Sababi ona tilim mening faxrim. :)

Men ko'p o'ylab qolaman, rostdan ham meni qo'limdan nima keladi ?!, Kim bo'lib yetishaman?!, Nega meni yo'lim o'zgacha ekan a?!

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I think a lot about what really can make me ?!, Who am I going to grow up to be?!, Why is my path special?

[ao3feed-tolkien]

If you assume...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SjT03y2

by MadameBaggio, Tilim

Bilbo is happy living at Erebor with his husband, Thorin Oakenshield.

But something is going on. Thorin is hiding something from Bilbo, and the hobbit will figure it out!

Words: 2197, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of If you assume...

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin's Company

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: bagginshield, Oblivious Bilbo, POV Bilbo Baggins, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Miscommunication, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SjT03y2

[lesbianferre]

im gonna be offline for a bit to avoid taz spoilers if you need me text me !!