#but i'm more kinder that you'd expect them to be idk

[uh-oh-its-bird]

I'm not going to lie actually I think Kazuha and Xiao have the funniest potential for their plot lines. Kazuha especially tbh

Hear me out: Kazuha meets Deidara first.

He gets the whole art spiel from him and like, he's really just so chill actually. Deirara is going on this huge passionate rant about the fragility of life and the beauty of destruction and Kazuha is peacefully quoting a haiku back at him and telling him that his art is very unique and he appreciates what Deidara had shown him

Massive miscommunication where Kazuha, through Deidara, is somehow under the impression that Akatsuki is some sort of art group. Like the ninja equivalent of an arts and crafts club.

He's signing up thinking it'll just be a fun little gathering where maybe he can read a poem or two. Konan is saying something vuagley ominous about how once he joins he will be expected to participate and will not be allowed to simply leave them, they value loyalty among their peers. And Kazuha, who again, traveling samurai + often hangs around Beidou, has seen some seriously shady shit in his time so he's just like

"Ah yes, true art blossoms best when strong bonds are able to first take root and allow it to flourish :)"

To which Konan, who deals with the absoloute circus of freaks that is Akatsuki, just kinda goes "Yeah that sounds about right, please sign here."

Kazuha attends his first Akatsuki meeting ready to share some of his poems only to find the table topic being child kidnapping. He feels like he may have misunderstood something.

Konan is putting her head in her hands asking if anyone actually took the time to give him the mission statement.

The answer is no.

Suddenly everyone is talking over eachother trying to explain what their personal interpretation of the mission statement even is and none of them are really on the same page

Kazuku: Look all you really need to know is that whenever you get your mission pay, you make sure to turn that stuff over fast to make sure we can keep track of all the numbers.

Kazuha: We have missions?

Hidan: Like bounties n shit

Kazuha: So we're bounty hunters?

*vague noises of agreements mix with vague noises of disagreements across the table*

Pain: We are an organization dedicated to bringing peace to the world

Hidan: Through waves of endless blood and never ending violence!

Kisame: I guess you could say we're trying to make a kinder world

Kazuha: Through . . . terrorism?

Sasori: Personally I'm only here because I lost a fight

Deidara: I don't even wanna be here, yeah. I got tricked into joining

Tobi: wait this isn't a poetry group? :(

Itachi: *visibly dissosiating through this entire conversation*

Kazuha: I'm starting to feel like this may not be the best place for me

Deidara: Join the club, yeah

Tobi: Leader-sama can we have poetry night

Konan: We all agreed that any form of game night was banned after the property damage caused by last time.

Kisame: Does poetry count as a game?

Kazuha, suddenly a little more interested: I know several poetry games

Konan: Look, if we make poetry night a thing can I convince you to stay without one of us having to beat you half to death first?

Kazuha:

Kazuha:

Kazuha: Even in hostile terrain, a single bloom may grow strong if given the sunlight it needs to take root

Tobi, stage whispering: Konan are you sure you want this guy? He's kinda . . . *twirls finger around ear*

Hidan: oh yeah because you're the picture of sanity

Deidara: shut the fuck up you're both different flavors of a freakshow

Konan, rubbing her forhead as she ignores all of them: I'm taking that as a yes.

Poetry night was enacted and it was exactly as messy as you'd imagine. They can't not do it tho bc it's in Kazuha's contract now which means if they stop holding it he's legally allowed to leave somehow

And then akatsuki got so busy planning poetry night they forgot about the whole world domination thing or something idk the end

Naruto x Genshin crossover idea,,, save me naruto × genshin crossover idea,,,,,,, , , , ,,

Wedding of the Century

After a famously long and complicated courtship dance witnessed by the entirety of Liyue Harbor, Ningguang and Beidou are set to be wed. It's sure to be the wedding of the century, the great lady of the jade chamber and her her uncrowded lord of the ocean drawing in guests from across the nations.

But when the abyss order strikes before the happy couple can say "I do," several of the guests are launched through space and time and into another world entirely.

Ft.

Zhongli "the contract is set in stone" vs the web of lies and back stabbing that is shinobi politics

Chongyun's positive energy making Zetsu go "what the actual fuck is wrong with that kid" every time he gets within a 5 mile radius

Beidou "where the FUCK is my wife— oh hey is that sake" and Tsunade gambling together

A Xingqiu and Sai friendship that's sure to ruin just so many people's days

Xiao violently picking up Gaara and going "this one is child shaped" both at him and Shukaku individually, then deciding he should totally go on a quest to look at the other bijuu and maybe get mistaken for one himself along the way.

Kazuha getting to live up to that wandering samurai title and maybe accidentally join Akatsuki without fully knowing what he was signing up for just because it'd be really funny. He finally gets the full mission statement once he's joined and just kind of goes "Ah."

Venti, literal god of freedom, taking a good long look at the shinobi world then taking an even bigger, longer gulp from the nearest source of alcohol and going "alright baby time to get to work."

Ningguang and Keqing vs the absoloute fucking garbage disposal cranked up to full power that is the Konoha political scene (they are going to throw a hammer into it. That is a threat.)

Qiqi mistaking Orochimaru for Baizhu long enough to stick around, and accidentally dragging Orochimaru through what may pass for a redemption arc if you squint because of it

Childe having the time of his fucking LIFE somewhere out there in Kiri. There are horror stories being made as we speak about that guy losing his shit over there, he's absoloutley the first out of anyone to get his own super special corner of the bingo book out there

And the grand finale of the story where Ningguang and Beidou finally say I do and everyone claps

As always; will not be writing this! I don't have that kind of attention span! Feel free to pick this up or smthn I'd lose my mind (in a good way) if someone did actually. Just @ me if you do bc I'll eat that shit UP

[noxtivagus]

i wna write a story about myself

[dreamiesdotcom]

celestial | h.rj

Summary: To attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else.

Word count: 2164

a/n: idk whats up with me and midnights

Renjun's first question goes like this: "What does the pool look like?"

Naturally, Jeno panics; how do you explain a pool to someone who's never seen it? He's been so used to seeing it on a daily that he didn't even pay mind to the details. He debates on describing a rectangle, and then describing the waters, and then whatever the hell his 12-year-old mind could come up with. Naturally, he fails.

For him, you saved everything that day. You grabbed Renjun's hand, intertwining your fingers before grazing the water. "Do you feel that?"

"What exactly am I supposed to feel?"

"The water. Do you feel that constant flow and the relaxing cold?" you laughed then, patient even for the moody boy. He huffs out his cheeks and nods, you let go of his hands. "That's blue, Renjun. The water reflects the sky, and a pool is like a little ocean. An ocean is like a world filled with blue."

He tries to think of it, vast and endless fields of freedom. He couldn't, though; all he's known about the sky is that it was blue, and that blue is associated with sadness. He takes advantage of the fact that someone's willing to answer his question, and he asks again, "Is it scary?"

"Mhm, for some, it is. I'll let you in a secret, come here." You nod, and then he tilts his head to the side. He hears a splash, and doesn't expect it once he hears your voice after — "I'm actually scared of swimming pools."

"Didn't you just go in?"

"No, that was Jeno. I'm here." You poked a finger on his left arm, and he could tell you're wearing that cheeky grin. His stance softens. "I'm just beside you."

###

It was morning, the sun was shining and the scorching summer heat was kinder than everyone expected it to be. Somewhere around the room, Chenle and Jisung successfully trapped a sleeping Jaemin in a domino prison, Jeno's trying to convince them why this is such a bad idea and Mark is getting scolded by Hyuck. The TV fades to background noise, the plan of cooking extra pancakes long forgotten. Renjun leans his head on your shoulders, "What does the night look like?"

It felt like an odd question to ask as the sun is halfway to its peak, but Renjun's curiosity piques in no time. You hum for a bit to think, "The night is very different to a lot of people."

Very different for a lot of people... yeah, many things in the world are like that. He figured it out years ago when you told him about the swimming pools, and the airplanes, and the rollercoasters. He figured it out when you talked to him about books, when you taught him about colors, about shapes.

He still doesn't know what different looks like, and what importance it holds.

"Hyuck loves the night. You hear his laughter, right? He likes going on adventures and feeling the wind. I think, to him, the night looks like a harsh passing of the breeze you felt when we went out on a drive." He takes in your words. These days, he gets better with understanding metaphors — he learned that blue is not just a shade of sadness, and that sky doesn't always mean blue — he understands your words better. "But me... I just sleep. I don't like the night very much."

"Huh?"

"Have you ever been in a silent place, Jun?" you asked softly. "Not the silence you can fill with music. I'm talking about blank, emotionless silence; the one that echoes. The one that haunts you. The one that makes you feel alone. That's what the night looks like for me."

Renjun wanted to nod, and he wanted to say yes because he's been in that silent place for the longest time. It's all he's ever known, and it's all that he's ever seen; it's the only thing he sees — black, echoing, loud nothingness.

He didn't, though.

Instead, he asks a question, "What do you think about the night?"

"I think it's a question." comes quickly in a reply. "I still don't know how a nightmare town gives life to dreamers, but it does. It's a question I do not want to know the answer to."

Renjun knows of the stars and the sky, and you'd tried to explain their light by telling him what blinding comfort was — think of all your loneliest moments being washed away by the fire I told you about, and that's pretty much it, 'jun — and he knows of the big, gazing moon that changes shape now and then. It's what makes up most of the night, Jeno had said, so he knows that too.

What he doesn't know is why it seems so vicious to you, and what he doesn't know is that if he could see, would he have chosen to close his eyes to not witness such complex sadness.

###

It's at times like this when solace blooms in his heart. The rest of the world seems to be fast asleep, but he's so awake, so aware, so alive. You sit beside him, yet again brought him to the place you and Jaemin frequents in, and he ignores the jealous feeling in his chest. It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling.

"Your smile must look beautiful," he wonders out loud. "Can you please tell me how your smile looks like?"

"Me?" You replied nonchalantly. Your chuckle passes as cold as the night breeze, and he wonders how the poet would write themselves as poetry. The blankness of your words dulls the hope in his eyes, "I... don't like it. My eyes... they always look tired. I always look tired. I hate myself."

For a moment, he dwells on his thoughts — Jaemin's brought you here, and you're more frequent here together, and he's seen how you looked against the glimmering stars. Did he fall in love? Did he want to keep you all to himself, like a little secret? Did he want to kiss you until all spite of yourself vanishes from your soul? Jaemin must've, Renjun knows. He knows because even blind, he's aware of how beautiful you truly are; not only he's heard it from his friends, but he feels it strongly. He couldn't see the city lights that he's heard of so many times, but he knows you shine brighter than them.

Hell, he couldn't even see you — he couldn't even see anything, but he knows you do. He knows you are. You think he's wrong, that he's more gorgeous, but he reaches for your hands.

He doesn't know what beautiful looks like. He just knows that it's breath-taking, soul-stealing, ethereal, and you.

"I think you smile like euphoria. I think you smile like the sound of music boxes, those with lovely tunes," he says, eyes closed and breathing fast. "I think... "

'I love you.' oh, how he wished it's easy to say those words. He purses his lips. "...you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, right next to my mother."

Beside him, you chuckled and held his hands. "You're sleepy."

"I am. Right now, I'm sleepy and I know you're beautiful." He squeezes your hands, looking at the direction he knows you're at. He lets out a shaky smile, "Tomorrow, I will be wide awake and I'd still think you're stunning."

It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling. It's at times like this that he fears how much he can't wait to crash.

###

Renjun's biggest fear among many is that he'll never feel like this again.

He fell too hard. He fell too quickly and too harshly and he's only noticing it now when the impact makes itself known and he couldn't stand up. He knew that he was scared, he knew that he was afraid then, but only now did he know what it truly meant to be terrified; when he's sitting beside you on the roof, feeling the wind pass by, and he couldn't help but wonder what if it's not us, but I can never love the person meant for me because they're not you?

It's a silly thing, maybe. He did not believe in many things and fate is not one of the few he believed in. He thinks that love is something you choose for yourself — it's something you decide on your own. He thinks that the only problem in 'not being made for each other' is that you relied too much on what the stars wrote, and didn't write your story on your own. What even are these stars, aside from unknown giant speckles of light? Why should they decide someone's life?

He adores them, he knows, and now he can't help his curiosity: "How do the stars look like tonight?"

"They're bright. Very bright."

He swoons at the content sigh you let out before speaking, and he lets himself indulge. It's at moments like this when he lets himself feel, where he relishes in the adoration he nestles.

"They ought to be," he whispers to himself. "They gotta be bright if they're trying to outshine you."

Giggles fades to laughter, and genuine words burn forced. He could almost taste the bitterness of your words, "You haven't seen me."

Does he need to?

"I don't need to," he concludes. "There's so much more to you than what I couldn't see."

Because it's true. All those years you held this something in you, a piece of an old soul and an unknown heavenly something you ignored just so you could spite yourself. You had this way with words, this certain understanding of the world that he's never found in someone else. Renjun thinks that to attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else, and to know that the world is cruel but still choose to keep your eyes open is something that should be admired.

Right now, you're the closest to him you've ever been, and he bathes in the feeling of your lips hovering above his.

"I'm a mess, Huang Renjun."

"You're an art in progress," he whispers back, eyes fluttering shut as you close what little distance you have left. "But even half-made, you're a masterpiece."

###

If somebody asked Renjun if he ever saw this coming, he'd say "Why the fuck would you even ask me that question?"

Alright, jokes aside, never in his mind did he think life would turn out this way. First of all, a lot of unexpected things have already happened, but he's stubborn so of course, that doesn't convince him. He should've felt it coming, but of course, he refused to. After all, why would he even think of his best friend laying beside him on his bed, talking about random things all night in every way domestic? Why would he even think of you two being together, whispering sweet nothings to each other? He's guilty of doing those, yes, but that doesn't mean that he knows the answer. In a spur of the moment decision, he asks another question — "Why'd you choose me?"

"You're the only one who wanted me—IT'S A JOKE! Hey, hey, I was only kidding," you laugh, finding so many things entertaining about the fact that he's unamused. He preens at the soft kiss you placed on the edge of his lips, and then even more when you whisper, "You're the only one I wanted."

Normally, this is where his heart would do those weird flips and antics. This is the time where he'd feel like he's in another world, like he's invincible and oh so lucky to be thoroughly adored by the person he loves so much.

It's only that sometimes, Renjun feels unreasonable. He's sensitive and insecure and it's so much easier to find flaws in himself than to appreciate the things that made him who he is. Sometimes, he needs to ask some things he's not exactly sure of, things much like: "Even with... even with my eyes... like this?"

And it's you, and it's never dull when it's with you, everything is always beautiful and poetic. He doesn't know where that voice was coming from, but he hears it in his mind, and it tells him to trust you.

A butterfly kiss on each of his eyelids. A hand warm on the top of his hands. The rain pours heavily outside but it's muffled enough that it's calming, and all that he can think of is warm, so warm, so loved. You hold your foreheads close and keep them close for seconds, before you press a soft kiss on his lips, "Your eyes are beautiful, my love."

And for once, Renjun's not afraid to ask — "How do they look like?"

Beautiful and so much more.

"As if something straight out of a magical dream, because you are. You are magical," you whisper, breathing in slow intervals. "You are the closest to celestial a human could be."