#HoroFuwa

[jettiebettie]

When your human boyfriend is semi-feral but still small enough to pick up~ 💙💜

(a piece I commissioned from artist @ zmea_art over on twitter!)

#fuwa isamu #horobi (01) #horofuwa #fanart #zmea_art #kamen rider #kamen rider zero-one

[firebirdsdaughter]

DAY FIVE…

… A whole week later. ^^;

And no, no I can’t not be salty.

***

Horobi stared down at the green onions he was cutting, trying to focus on making them as small as possible to avoid drifting off. He supposed it was silly to be having almost more concern about the appearance of Fuwa’s food when Vulcan could no longer see it, but thinking about arranging the plate kept him from drowning in the massive ocean of guilt always churning just below the surface. He should never have asked for Isamu help—hell, he never should have gotten involved with him in the first place. He should have just thrown himself off the first rooftop after Zero-One made the mistake of sparing him. At least now the humans were keeping the rest of MetsubouJinrai and the Soldos away from him so he couldn’t infect them anymore—he’d already caused so much trouble for humanity that it would be dangerous to allow him to interact with other ai; he should be grateful they were even allowing him to look after Vulcan.

“Dream?” Fuwa’s voice interrupted his thoughts, breaking through deep water light the first rays of sun at dawn, “You’re not blaming yourself for everything again are you?”

Horobi dragged himself back to reality, realising he had been completely frozen while he descended into his self-hatred again. Hurriedly setting the knife aside to wipe his hands, he lifted the cutting board and carefully tipped the cut onions onto the tonkatsu plate, taking just a moment to arrange them a bit more. Once he was satisfied, he carefully picked it up and moved into the other room.

As soon as he came close, Fuwa’s hand shoot up, reaching in his general direction, fingers grasping for him. Under the table, Hikaru, his Golden Shepherd guide dog, sat up, thumping his tail and panting happily. Horobi carefully skirted around both of them to set the plate on the table, making sure everything was in order before trying to pull away.

Only for Vulcan’s hand to come down on his arm, gripping with even just a little bit of the strength that he used to rip open Progrise Keys—more than enough to keep Horobi in place. “Wait.” Keeping him anchored, Fuwa’s other hand felt up his arm to his shoulder, carefully feeling the cloth under his fingers. Horobi looked up at his face—for perhaps the first time since the incident, Vulcan’s sweet brown eyes (now permanently bloodshot by the effects of the ZetsumeRise Key) actually appeared to be fixed on him. They were still unfocused, hazy, but were definitely pointed right at him. “Dream…” The grip on his arms tightened, “… What colour are you wearing?”

Horobi froze again, his own eyes widening. He rarely changed clothes—most HumaGear never did, it wasn’t expected, and it made him… Uncomfortable, the way people looked at him when he did. But, sometimes, because Fuwa would go to the trouble of getting him materials, because he usually enjoyed it, so he would make different outfits for himself. This particular one was a deep, vibrant blue shirt, of a particularly soft fabric, with billowing bishop sleeves, buttoned up all the way to high collar, with a pair of black pants of the same cut as his original ones—nothing special or unusual, or enough to warrant the absolutely awestruck expression that was dawning on Fuwa’s face. “… I-”

“No, wait, don’t tell me!” Fuwa’s hand moved off his shoulder, trailing fingers across his collar to press a palm to his chest, “… Blue?”

If he had still been holding the plate, Horobi would have dropped it. His own hands flew up to catch Vulcan’s shoulders tightly, “… My wolf…?”

Fuwa’s hands tightened even more, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, wrinkling the cloth beyond recognition, but neither of them cared, his shoulders heaving, letting out the choked sobs of tears he could no longer shed, “It’s blue?”

Horobi struggled to regain his own composure, mimicking deep breaths—at first he nodded, then remembered that that might be too subtle, and so, “Yes,” He managed, trying not to choke on the words as he raised a hand to comb his fingers through Fuwa’s curls, “Yes, my little wolf, it’s blue.”

***

Based on the implication that Lone Wolf effected Fuwa’s eyesight.

And also Jane Eyre. Credit where it’s due.

#Firebird Writing #suicide mention #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #mbjrweek #mbjrweek2022 #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #I miss them #mah boooooiiiiiiiiiisssssss #TT^TT #they soft #Binary Retro Rider

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Do you think people who know about them start to bribe Fuwa w/ photos of Horobi holding kittens/cute things??

Aww they must, of course they must! People who know about them must have photos of Horobi doing cute things when Horobi isn't there to puppy eye him.

#ask #firebirdsdaughter #horofuwa #romance #i missed the horofuwa

[horobiandstingscorpion]

One more…

… Bc I gotta go to bed.

Horobi: Is something burning? Fuwa: (leaning seductively on the counter) Just my desire for you. Horobi: … The toaster is literally on fire.

Fuwa can’t cook.

#Prompt Generator Quote #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Zero-One Family Incorrect Quotes #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #Binary Retro Rider

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09.02.21.

Original post

#HoroFuwa #romance

[jettiebettie]

My Horobi figure finally came in and-

#fuwa isamu #horobi (01) #horofuwa #kamen rider zero-one #kamen rider #it took me SO LONG just to be able to get them both to stand on their own #please clap 💀

[firebirdsdaughter]

DAY THREE…

… I have a headache that’s verging on migraine, but listen, I finished.

***

Horobi didn’t know why he had entered the hospital in the first place. It wasn’t that the Ark had expressly forbade him to do so, but had made no secret of her disapproval—there was no point, no purpose to his presence. There was no goal, no benefit, especially not considering how much security he had to evade to get in. And yet…

Vulcan looked… Different in the bed, hooked up to all the different machines, then when he was blustering and shouting. For all he had a large personality, it had been obvious how physically small he was the moment Horobi had laid eyes on him. The human was just so… Odd, how so much… Something fit into so small a body. His gaze seemed to find it’s way to Fuwa Isamu whenever possible, scrutinising every aspect of his being—the way his dark eyes lit up from his emotions, the way his mole would disappear whenever he wrinkled his eyes, how he puffed himself up, turned a whole spectrum of colours, the way his curls were permanently messy. Horobi found himself memorising the human without knowing when he had started, sometimes his hand would twitch forward of its own accord, reaching out towards something he didn’t understand. He’d be working on the Ark’s plan, or attending Jin, when the incomprehensible question of what Vulcan’s hair or skin would feel like would appear unbidden in his mind.

And now this—he’d been on the hospital ground before he realised what he was doing. He should have turned back, but there was something about the pull Fuwa Isamu exerted over him that offered no escape. Once he was within range, he had get there. He had to… Had to… Had to see.

Apparently, though, that was all he had to do. Upon arriving in Vulcan’s room all he could do was… Stare. The human was completely helpless, kept unconscious by at least one of the machines he was hooked up to, but… Horobi experienced no inclination to finish what he had started. But… There was another sensation, one fat too complicated for him to parse out. It felt like… A little like the way his body reacted to looking at Jin, both when he was happy and when he was hurt, all mixed together, but�� Different. Different how he didn’t know, but… Different. Fuwa Isamu looked so… Soft. Fragile. Inviting.

His hand connected with the human’s hair before he realised he had raised it, fingertips skirting over the curls. Once he’d done it, he couldn’t move away, one hand aimlessly combing through Fuwa Isamu’s hair, brushing away from his forehead. There was no purpose to his actions, it did not benefit the Ark in any way, but…  He could not seem to make himself stop.

Then his knuckles lightly grazed the skin—in the same amount of time it took him to register the usual warmth and softness, thoughts and images flashed through his mind, uncontrolled and unprompted. Though many were clear, the spectrum was so large that he could not even begin to draw a conclusion—things that were beyond any experience he could ever remember happening, to things that were so… Similar to the data of the Ark that he…

He pulled his hand back, pressing it to his side. Where those his own thoughts? He thought so little that it was hard to tell, but… The things he’d seen himself doing… The impulses…

The air in the room changed, growing colder despite the fact that there was no change in temperature and Vulcan’s body temperature remained the same. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stand to be in the place—the pressure, the uncertainty, the chill… It all pushed him away as much as Fuwa Isamu pulled him in. For a moment, the two conflicting forces threatened to pull him apart—until a familiar presence stepped in, quelling all discord.

It was the Ark’s will that pulled him out of the room and back toward Daybreak, the sun peaking over the horizon to reveal just how long he had stood thoughtlessly in Vulcan’s hospital room, staring at him. There would be pain for this, that much he knew—punishment he naturally deserved for leaving his post on such a needless outing—especially since there was still a mysterious, electrifying sensations running through the hand he had touched Vulcan’s hair with, the pictures still etched into his mind, equal parts confusing, destabilising, interesting, and alluring.

It would need to be a long punishment to make him forget this.

***

Bc I’m predictable.

#Firebird Writing #mbjrweek #mbjrweek2022 #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #I'mma throw up if I look at this screen any longer #but I DID IT #appreciate my hcs DX #Horobi has no idea what's happening to him but he likes to stare at the handsome human ^^ #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

I FINISHED DAY ONE…

… I’m throwing this up here so I can fling myself into bed and I’ll fix up the tags later, but I DID DAY ONE.

Now I just gotta do the rest.

***

“You’re hurt.” Fingers brushed his cheek, followed by another, inhuman touch—one he’d felt before, what felt like years ago. Back then, he had immediately flinched away from the sensation, like an armoured, leathery tail sliding across the scratch on his cheek. But now he even leaned into the sensation. Perhaps the idea of magic in general still made his stomach churn and hairs stand on end, but this wasn’t just any magic—it was Horobi’s, a trail of shimmering purple stretching out from his fingers in the shape of his familiar’s tail. The half Fae, the jewel of Amatsu’s crown. The new dream he’d found where it wasn’t supposed to be. “… That’s better.” Horobi’s hand stayed on his cheek, lingering over the faint scar that remained of his cut. “Healing still isn’t my forte… At least, not physical injuries.”

Fuwa couldn’t resist a chuckle at the incredibly ordinary, self conscious expression on Horobi’s inhumanly beautiful face, usually bearing a look far more arch or mysterious. Reaching up, he caught the long, elegant fingers in his. “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.” The half Fae gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t argue—not even when Fuwa reached forward to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer. “You’re healing is fine, Dream.” Gently pulling Horobi’s hand away from his face to hold it to his chest. The half Fae made to look away, but Vulcan quickly dove forward, drawing him in to a kiss instead, shifting to wrap both arms around him. He kept it up until he felt the half Fae relaxing into his arms, then  pulled away just enough to lean their foreheads together. “Especially since I’m not planning to be poisoned.”

A soft push, but Horobi was strong enough to actually shove him away if he wanted space, so Fuwa just pulled closer. “Don’t tease about that,” The half Fae hissed, “There’s too much of a chance.”

Vulcan sighed, still smiling a bit despite himself, but gave Horobi another kiss on the cheek, “I promise, I’ll be careful.”

Those wide, hypnotic eyes fixed on his face with all the sincerity and concern they could muster, so much it started a ball of warmth in his ribs, “Please. I don’t care what he does to me, but if he hurts you…”

“Dream-”

Fuwa was interrupted by the tower bells, pealing their ominous tune across the castle grounds to herald its master’s return. In a matter of moments, Horobi had slipped out of his arms, already a few paces away, pulling the outer robe of his gown closer around himself. Everything about his bearing had shifted, and his gaze was already fixed in the direction of the gates.

“Wait!” Vulcan called the word as loud as he dared, though all the other attendants were likely busy with the king’s arrival—thankfully, the half Fae stopped, though he didn’t quite turn, “Can we…”

A silence, but by now he knew well how much Horobi liked silence— “… He’s a heavy sleeper after long trips,” The half Fae said softly, “I can be at the tree by the time the moon is highest.”

“I’ll be there.”

Horobi was gone the moment the last syllable left his mouth.

***

I’m going to bed now.

#Firebird Writing #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #mbjrweek #mbjrweek2022 #Day One #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #AU #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #I'll fix tags later rn I need to go to bed I am dying #I was up until 4am last night like an idiot #Binary Retro Rider

[jettiebettie]

Unauthorized

#horofuwa #I would format this fic post in my usual way but I wanted all of the warnings to be available

[jettiebettie]

Give/Take ch.3 Fandom: Kamen Rider Zero-One Rating: E Words: 9k+ Summary:

#horofuwa #fuwa isamu #horobi (01) #kamen rider #kamen rider zero-one #this chapter's unofficial title is Separation Anxiety

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There was something I was going to ask you if you knew but now I've forgotten… ^^; Think it mighta been British??? I dunno why I'm sending an ask about this, I think I think typing it would make me remember. Something HoroFuwa…

I'm sure 25 years later you forgot even sending the ask in the first place 🤣 Something HoroFuwa though...

Horobi still shamefully flirting with Fuwa even while helping him with something blind Fuwa is struggling with. Like, guiding Fuwa around the Sydruka camper van before they actually go away, and taking every opportunity to smooch in the meantime.

Before the goat interrupts.

Oh god going off on a tangent, but the goat following them and stowing away.

#ask #firebirdsdaughter #romance #HoroFuwa

[jettiebettie]

Give/Take Ch.2

Fandom: Kamen Rider Zero-One

Rating: E

Words: 5k

Summary:

[Horobi is more talkative than Naki was. Fuwa’s not sure why that’s one of the first observations he makes in their time stuck together like this, but it’s there and it’s noticeable.]

#horofuwa #phone fic #I finally fulfill my 'machine washed and put away wet' promise #fuwa isamu #horobi (01) #kamen rider #kamen rider zero-one

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HoroFuwa MV nobody asked for anyone?

#HoroFuwa #Kamen Rider Zero One #romance

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Do you think Ikazuchi is gracious about finding out HoroFuwa are an item the first time??? W/ my backstory for them I think no, not originally.

I have to assume no 😂

I can imagine that they'd somehow, eventually, come to a point where Ikazuchi can accept it, but at first, I don't think he'd be chuffed.

I can imagine him sort of interrogating them both, Fuwa to ensure he's not got ulterior motives, and Horobi to make sure he's not being pressured into this.

He'd also watch them like a hawk for a bit.

Honestly he'd probably carry around strawberries for the goat.

#ask #firebirdsdaughter #romance #HoroFuwa

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Wanna talk more about Fuwa walking to the farmhouse in storm bc Horobi didn’t answer the phone. 😆

What kind of storm is it?? We need a way for it to negate Horobi and Haruka’s comma as well.

Aah that makes me so happy because so do I xD

I was thinking about it being another bloody blizzard but I begrudge doing that now xD And I was trying to figure out if the storm would be a good enough reason for signal to be bad and for Horobi and Haruka to not be able to communicate. But then if signal was that bad, then it wouldn't be a case of Horobi not answering, but Fuwa being unable to call, so that wouldn't work.

I do like it being a snowstorm though because I love Fuwa being not only soaking wet but also shivering.

We'll have to figure out though why Horobi and Haruka aren't able to communicate.

#ask #firebirdsdaughter #romance #HoroFuwa #I'm saying we because you're implicated now xD

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I did another!

Thanks @quatresnuku for the prompt, I really appreciated it!

I really need to get better at writing kisses

#HoroFuwa #fanfiction #Romance