Tw: transphobia (minor commentary toward a nonbinary character)
Description: The Big Bad Bazz Brigade is out on vacation. When they get split up in a shopping district, Bazz unfortunately is faced with the less than respectful views of a lone Sheikah.
Note: it’s mostly fluff? Sort of. I started writing, and it was supposed to be a Roleplay starter for my wife, but I got a little carried away and couldn’t figure out how to work it into being a starter rather than a whole story. Either way, here you go! Enjoy. If you draw anything, I’d love if you tagged me!
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The ONE TIME Bazz takes time away from the Zora Domain. Not on duty. Just traveling with the Bazz Brigade. They’re stopped in a little miscellaneous shop, the rest of the Bazz brigade out on the road outside or ahead to a different part of the shopping district.
They don’t even recognize that it’s them being spoken to at first, pausing to tilt their head to look in the direction of the other. “Me?” Bazz questions, standing up straighter and placing the item in their hand back down on a shelf.
“Yes.” The masked figure clicks back, stepping back slightly as if Bazz would get aggressive. Confusion flits over the Zora’s face in an instant. “How am I delusional?” The captain clicks, turning fully toward them.
“You’re a man, but you pretend you aren’t. You don’t stop being it because you think you aren’t.” The figure tsks.
Bazz actually takes a pause, registering that for a moment. While Bazz had been planning on giving them a response, they don’t even get anything out before the person’s figure is freezing in place.
The Sheikah is stumbling back, knocking an item off one of the shelves in the process, practically scrambling out of the shop in the same instant. Leaving Bazz even more confused. “….weird guy,” They muttered, shaking their head as they turn back around toward what they had been looking at. Only to get spooked as they accidentally bump into Sidon, who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“I thought you were waiting outside?” Bazz huffs slightly, looking up at their friend. The prince is definitely getting up there in height nowadays, practically towering over most average sized Zora (and other races for that matter).
Sidon flashed a sheepish smile toward the other. “I saw something that caught my eye. Are you okay?” He questions, tilting his head even though he’s already ducked down slightly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Bazz questions, side-eyeing their friend.
Sidon hummed quietly, glancing away. “No reason,” He replied, “but I think I’m going to step out again. This shop is not quite built for my size.”
Bazz snorts sharply, watching as the comically huge Zora Prince just about bonk his head on the ceiling. “…No kidding. I’ll get whatever it is you were looking at, just get out. Before you give yourself brain damage preferably. Or break something, for that matter.”
Sidon waves them off, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. I changed my mind. I’m just going to go wait outside.”
Bazz shakes their head, “Suit yourself.”
Sidon flashed a smile before trying to make his way out of the shop- succeeding but not without smacking his forehead on the doorframe.
Bazz snickers softly as they hear the Zora swear under his breath.
It’s not long before the captain is following suit, paying for their things and making their way out. Only to hear something along the lines of “Feral Zora! He’ll kill you!” from an (unfortunately) familiar voice. The Sheikah was pointing in Bazz’s direction, but, upon them moving to the side, the pointing revealed it was the prince that was the target of the claim.
Sidon snorts, just flashing a bright grin in the other’s direction. All the sunshine vibes he could muster were poured into it. “I’m sorry if we spooked you, but unfortunately your ignorant accusations toward our friend were uncalled for, and you could use a bit of humility.” He states, still smiling despite his very pointed words. Flashing extremely pointy teeth in the process, which only manages to further crumble the Sheikah’s composure, their hands shaking as they point. “SEE?!”
Bazz blinks, confusion flirting across their face. “What did you do?” They drawl, fixating their look on the Prince of the Zora.
“Nothing. He’s delusional. Pretending we’re something, we are not.” Sidon shrugs.
It clicks then what might have happened, and Bazz’s gaze flits from between the horrified Sheikah to their sunshine friend. A warmth blooms in the captain’s chest at once. They’ve never felt more validated than in that moment.
“Well. That’s too bad. They seemed nice.” Bazz drawls, a smile finding its way onto their face. “Let’s get on our way anyway and catch up with the others; we’re wasting daylight.”
Sidon’s expression blinks into his own confusion before flirting back into a more genuine grin. “For sure. Let’s go, then.”
Bazz shakes their head, amusement slipping through as they started on the path. And If the Sheikah has anymore left to say, neither of them pay it any attention from there.
You aren't going to tell them about the reverse madamitohashi ? Shame.
*dramatically causes problems and runs*
Ps - you know who I am :")
CONSUMES WHOLE
You’re a coward for going anonymously
Bites bites kill bites bite
On that note, my wife and I have been on a Hashimadamito kick as of late. Said kick had also included gender bent Hashimadamito.
Very chaotic.
Madara and Hashirama’s periods are synced so it’s absolute HELL at least once a month.
Mito, the fuckin madlad, has weapons to combat this. He builds them goodie baskets filled with the works. Snacks, pads/tampons, pain killers, tea, etc.
Blankets are very common in their household. They like to cuddle. All of them. The cuddle puddle is where they like to be.
Madara gets squished in the middle so she can’t run away in the middle of the night. She’s a very bad sleep walker. Albeit, this doesn’t hardly stop her from escaping.
Here’s a list of things that you may very well see in their household:
Mothman Madara
Full fox cloak Mito
Fungi from Hashirama e v e r y w h e r e
Sleep walking Madara filling a cup upside down
It is a very chaotic time for all parties involved.
They all love each other.
Very much so.
Mito gets to spoil them more in this form than they do in the normal forms.
I like to think Madara and Mito start to like each other bc both are ones of the most close ppl to Hashirama (aside from his brother, of course, but y'know what I mean), bc both aren't.... talkative people, so probably they wouldn't talk to each other if Hashirama wasn't in middle of them, but exactly for them being kinda serious and quiet they get along so well.
Hashirama was the happiest person when they get along, even though he wanted it he wasn't really expecting that (Madara and Mito, especially Madara, are kinda difficult).
@crackshipps-for-life
Ehehehehehehehehe
The way I started grinning when I read this.
I absolutely agree. I can see Hashirama being their keystone, but them also finding things that they love within each other.
I’m very much into polyships loving every member. So while I see Hashirama being the reason they all come together, I don’t think Madara or Mito are any less important in keeping them all together.
So! Sorry for the lack of new content everyone. I’ve been dealing with a lot.
This is a minor vent about my last four months of life.
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My dad unexpectedly died back at the beginning of April.
My younger sister was diagnosed with a type of cancer in her shoulder so she’s been going through radiation therapy.
I picked up a whole bunch of extra hours at work to try and save and also help out on bills at home
My mental health has been suffering (obviously) so I’ve really not had the energy to do much of the things I enjoy.
Then to top everything else off, I just made a 26 hour trip to move to Florida in which case my sister’s car broke down half way through and we almost had to turn around again.
I made it though and so I’ve been setting up my new flat for the last two days. It’s been wild.
While I wait for a job to answer me back, I’ve got a ton of free time on my hands.
It’s easier to breathe, so I’m enjoying it while I can.
All that being said, I make no promises about a ton of content, but hopefully I can crank some stuff out!
Thanks for reading this far. Have a good night everyone!
Does anyone know me? Or am I truly cursed to walk this earth, a canvas filled to the brim with intricate artistry done in invisible ink that no one has a black light for?
A hive mind, yet no extensions of one’s self exists. Does a hive truly exist when there is and can only be one?
I live my life as an open notebook, each page covered in writing, yet rain has smeared each and every letter.
