#my precious evil stoic scorpion dad

[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

[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.

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[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]

And here’s Horobi!

@fluttering-by​

Almost everyone, but there’s enough wrong people that it counts. ^^ And he doesn’t necessarily work ‘better,’ just that there are dynamics of his I would die for.

#fluttering-by #Asks #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #he deserved so much better than everyone gave him #precious king who deserves the whole world #my poor blorbo 1 #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

[firebirdsdaughter]

DAY TWO…

… I DID IT!

Now bed.

***

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to relax, lay back in the grass, watch clouds passing by. It was a behaviour that was  alien to even the most acceptable HumaGear, and for him it was completely unthinkable—until now. Everything was wet from dew, and he would need to wash these clothes afterwards to get out the grass stains, but he didn’t care—so many of his memories were wrapped up in darkness, blurred to the point he couldn’t tell where his mind ended and the Ark’s began, or even completely unattainable that just being out in the sunlight was… Nice.

He felt her presence more than heard her, a familiar, comforting figure moving closer—she was as much a part of him as his own components, so he didn’t even open his eyes when she sat down beside him on the grass, then lay down, pillowing her head on his chest to watch the sky as well, twirling a flower between her fingers. After a while, she began to hum softly—not any particular tune, but one that resonated with his very core, in synchrony, like everything else they did.

For a while, they just lay there while she hummed their song. “… Aibou.”

He saw the flicker of purple in her hair, felt it as her head turned agains his chest to look up at him. “What is it?”

“Play them again.”

In moments, he felt the link establish and let his eyes drift closed. Memories flashed through his mind that he both knew and did not know—though he knew they were his, secreted and protected deep within the coding of his dearest, closest friend, but he could never summon them to his own mind. Many contained Jin as he had once been—his first steps, first words. At least, the first that she had been there for. Others were just peacefulness, similar to what he was experiencing now. Others were less visual—he felt something when she played them, a sense of purpose, a confidence that he been stripped away from him years ago. A hope. A dream.

In time, however, the remembrances faded, and he was lying in the grass again, with the new and yet comforting weight of her head resting against his chest. He felt her shift against him, and then her fingers, the ones not adorned with claws that mimicked Acid Analyse, were brushing his cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

He opened his eyes, hurriedly raising his own hand to his face to find he had begun crying without realising. And yet… It wasn’t exactly unpleasant. “I’m not…” He began, but realised he wasn’t exactly sure what he was. Finally, he settled for “I’m not sad.”

She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. They were so perfectly attuned to each other, neither needed words to understand. She settled back into the same spot, picking up her tune again. Without missing a single beat, they returned to their personal balance.

***

They soft.

#Firebird Writing #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #mbjrweek #mbjrweek2022 #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #and special guest character… #guess who! ^^ #gods I feel like who's that pokemon #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

@fluttering-by​ No slvs.

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #no slvs #tbh the hakama i growing on me but I wish it was longer??? #not a fan of the way his feet stick out #I should write that thing I was thinking of for this au… #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

Anyway…

… On a brighter note, there’s apparently an officially licensed 01 manga being released in Hong Kong, and despite some questionable character art decisions, imo (Yua looks twelve???), this is, inarguably and absolutely, The Best image to come out of this entire scenario:

(x)

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #lookit him gooooooo #XD #Fuwa looks WAY happier than I remember him being in that scene XD #anyway this is The Best image #hands down #I will take no arguments #Binary Retro Rider

[horobiandstingscorpion]

Random Writing Tidbit…

… I FINISHED!

The goat, Haruka, and Sydney, are original characters of @fluttering-by and I deeply apologise if they are out of character, I just could not get this image out of my head.

———

Horobi found Fuwa in the stables, sulking and trying to brush shards of hay and grass out of his clothes.

“… Are you hurt?”

Vulcan snorted softly. “Just my pride,” He growled sourly, combing his fingers through his curls to check for more straw. “Why the hell does the tiny monstrosity hate me so much?”

Horobi bit his lip to avoid smiling, instead reaching out to press a hand right between Fuwa’s shoulder blades—for a moment, he was disappointed by the fact that the three piece suit Vulcan had been talked into wearing to the wedding meant he couldn’t feel the shape of his wolf’s back like he could when Fuwa wore his more casual clothes—then immediately felt sick. It was true Vulcan was doing that absolutely adorable little pout, his curls just that  brand of messy, that made Horobi want to spirit him away to some corner to unwrap every single frustrating, intriguing layer and make his little wolf melt into a soft, warm, whimpering putty like he always inevitably did—but this was absolutely not the time to be thinking about his fascinations with Vulcan’s… Physical attributes. Not when Fuwa was nursing both a bruised ego and abdomen (and probably backside, but the less Horobi thought about that, the more sensible he’d be) after a a full force head butt from a deceptively small goat. “She doesn’t… Hate you.” Even he didn’t think he sounded convincing, “And she’s not a monstrosity.”

Fuwa sighed unhappily, still fussing over his clothes. “No, she just wants you all to herself for who knows why.”

“And you don’t?”

His wolf turned a particular shade of red that Horobi was sure was a whole new colour, unique only to him. “I… That’s…!” The blush turned into a scowl, and Vulcan turned fully away from him, folding his arms. “Bad enough I’m wearing some over the top extra fancy nonsense, but I still get knocked into a pile of dirty hay and you’re taking the goat’s side.” He made a great, angry show of straightening his vest. “Try to look nice for once in my life, for you, and you’re picking the stupid goat.”

He was so cute Horobi very nearly started laughing, a sensation he wasn’t at all familiar with, but one that was extraordinarily pleasant all the same. “Are you… Jealous of a goat?”

“Well I don’t know, how am I supposed to compete with a small, four legged animal that,” Vulcan winced, pressing a hand to his stomach, “Somehow hits like a brick.”

The moping was getting even more irresistible now, especially because he was half certain Fuwa was playing it up for show. Or perhaps… His hand on Vulcan’s back shifted to trail finger tips down his spine. “That’s not true…” He let his voice shift to a murmur, delightedly taking in the way Vulcan shivered at the touch, despite the layers between them, “… I promise, you’re much more to me than the goat.”

“Oh?” Fuwa finally turned to face him as he moved closer, tilting his head to the side in a now-familiar teasing way—there were smudges of dirt on his face and some final stray bits of hay clinging to his hair and suit, and he was still frowning slightly. He was definitely ruffled, but clearly open to the teasing, so it wasn’t anything a little… Personal attention couldn’t fix.  “And what if I don’t believe you?”

Horobi smirked, moving his hand to trace lightly over Fuwa’s lips, “Then I’ll prove it to you.” The reception could wait for a few minutes, and he knew his wolf’s body well enough that that was all it would take for the moment; they could do more later. His hand quickly dropped to Fuwa’s chest, pushing him into the wall and closing the distance between them to ignite a kiss while switching to working on Vulcan’s clothes, pressing ever nearer to grind against him, relishing the way Fuwa moaned against his mouth.

Vulcan quickly followed suit, fingers flying to his waistband just as eagerly, fumbling with the cloth as Horobi deftly pulled up his shirt and undid his belt. “Slow… Down…” Fuwa mumbled between kisses, voice mixed with a breathless laugh, “We shouldn’t… Take everything… Off…”

Horobi couldn’t resist a smirk, “I know…” He ran a hand up Vulcan’s side just to enjoy his reaction, even through the heavier cloth—oh, how he missed the light cotton knit he could feel everything through, “I just wish I could finally get you out of all these silly layers…”

Fuwa tried to say something in response, coloured with another laugh as warm as he was, but it faded into an even louder moan when Horobi’s hand slid into the front of his trousers, and they quickly forwent speaking to focus entirely on eliminating every shred of space between them. Horobi closed his eyes, allowing himself to just sink into the warmth of his wolf’s body, the sensation of Fuwa’s hands scrambling eagerly, greedily over his waist and torso under his coat, hips rolling forward increasingly desperately. A few more touches, one hand slipping around to squeeze Vulcan’s backside (a bit more gently than usual so as not to make the bruising too much worse), and his wolf was already a gorgeous, musical fountain of whimpers and shudders, always so easy to undo despite his gruff bluster. A particularly enchanting, impatient whine interrupted his trance, and he realised he should be moving things along, shifting the hand on Fuwa’s rear back to his waist to tuck it into his pants as well, this time underneath his boxers, reopening his eyes to catch every micro-expression of pleasure that flitted across his wolf’s round, sweet face.

Something slammed into his side with all the force of a small, very determined ruminant. He was ripped away from Fuwa and knocked to the ground, landing hard on the dirt floor. Trying to get back up, a pair of little hooves came down on his chest, a fuzzy nose excitedly nuzzling his face.

“Horobi!” There was scuffling above him, “Get off him, you little beast!” The goat was pulled off him, and Fuwa’s hand was on his arm, helping him sit up, “Dream! Are you alright?”

Seeing the deep, earnest concern in the warm brown eyes, combined with the sight of Vulcan trying to hold back the small goat with one arm while still clutching his arm with the other, gave Horobi another sensation he was completely  unaccustomed to—he couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m fine.” He replied, biting his lip to try not to laugh, allowing Fuwa to awkwardly help him up as the small animal continued trying to wedge herself between them, “Must not have closed the door completely.” He could have sworn he had, and locked it—but the Ark had left some long last scars on his system—perhaps this was another memory malfunction. Regardless, he heaved a sigh, “I doubt she’ll go away now that she’s found us.”

Vulcan scowled, nodding in agreement as the goat gave up on head-butting their shins and had latched onto his sleeve, trying to pull him away from Horobi’s side. “Certainly knows how to kill the mood, this one.” He muttered, glaring at the little animal, “Knocking me over is one thing, but knocking you over is too far.”

Horobi chuckled, taking advantage of his wolf’s distraction to grab Fuwa’s chin and pull him close enough for another quick kiss—one that gave way to a laugh when the goat gave a hard tug on Vulcan’s sleeve, nearly pulling him over, “I’ll make it up to you double later, I promise.”

Fuwa raised an eyebrow, “I’m going to hold you to that a hundred times over!” He challenged, then paused to properly yank his suit sleeve out of the goat’s mouth. After checking briefly for tearing, he dove back in to wrap both arms around Horobi’s waist  before the goat could get between them, burrowing past the high collar of the coat to plant a kiss on his neck and whisper into his earpiece, “I’m going to hog you all to myself tonight, and there is nothing that anyone can do to stop me.” The palpable hunger in the words felt like a wave of pleasant electricity through Horobi’s whole body.

Upset that her physical attempts as separating them had failed, the goat began to bleat loudly, stomping her hooves.

They both looked down at her a sighed in amusement and frustration respectively. Finally, Horobi concede to stepping out of Fuwa’s embrace. “Shall we go back?”

Vulcan groaned. “Might as well. And hopefully get someone to put this brat back in her pen.”

After a bit more brushing off, they decided they were presentable enough. Fuwa made a grab for Horobi’s hand, but decided against it when he got a chorus of angry bleating and a  beady stare for trying. Instead, he wiped his hand off on his vest and conceded to merely walking back to the door together to rejoin the party, the goat trotting between them like an escort or bodyguard—watching Fuwa the whole time.

***

Haruka turned away from Izu and Shesta, leaving the two secretaries to talk amongst themselves, looking around for her fiancée—no, not fiancée, wife, for about two hours now, she corrected, with no small degree of delight. The reception had settled into a comfortable lull of conversation, the sun just finishing dropping below the horizon, the lanterns and fairy lights just turning it on, making it look like the stars just starting to twinkle to life in the sky were coming down to earth to delicately litter the few tartan-covered tables (the majority of the guests didn’t need to sit, but there were enough chairs to accommodate those that did).

After scanning around the party for a few moments, she finally located Sydney without even  having to actually scan—suspiciously snatching a strawberry from one of the fruit plates and passing it under the table.

Taking just a moment to ensure her train was properly pinned up, she beelined for where her wife was sitting at the edge of the party, hands already on her hips as she rounded the table. “Sydney, what are you-”

Sydney started, freezing immediately—half way through feeding the strawberry she was holding to their little goat. After a moment so long that the animal was done nibbling on the fruit, her wife slowly turned her head to look look up at her. “Uhhh… Giving the goat a strawberry?”

Haruka raised an eyebrow. “Why are you giving her one now…?”

Sydney opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted when the goat let out a loud bleat, swivelling around and marching a few steps away to start hollering loudly at one of the other tables.

“Oh, for…!” Fuwa’s voice cut over the buzz of everyone else’s conversations, and they were all so used to his yelling they didn’t even look at him—Haruka only turned her head just in time to see Vulcan pulling away from being very deep in Horobi’s personal space, “Alright, alright, I’m stopping! Damn goat…” The words were accented with an annoyed growl on his part and an amused chuckle from Horobi. Vulcan sat back in his chair sourly, looking away while Horobi gently patted his knee.

The goat turned back to look eagerly at Sydney—who, right under Haruka’s gaze, stole another strawberry from the table and tossed it to her. “Good girl!” With a happy bleat, the small goat picked up her reward and pranced off toward Fuwa and Horobi’s table.

Haruka folded her arms, raising her eyebrows. “… You’re bribing her to interrupt them?”

Sydney shot her an only slightly sheepish grin, “Hey, no, she decided to start doing that on her own! I’m just… Giving some constructive suggestions.”

“This is the real reason you didn’t want to pen her up for the wedding?”

“Oh, come on, you know she’d just jump the gate to get to him.”

Haruka sighed, shaking her head. “I… feel like I should be scolding you for encouraging her… But…” A loud bleat interrupted her, followed by a grunt of pain from Vulcan—Sydney and  Haruka exchanged a look… Then both burst into giggles, clamping hands over their mouths to try and avoid notice, “But that’s hilarious!” Haruka managed before descending into another fit of poorly contained laughter—Sydney hurried jumped up from the table,  grabbing her arm and steering her away before their amusement could be detected.

Behind them, the goat erupted into another series of loud bleating.

———

This is based on  a story my mother told me about my grandmother training the family dog to bark whenever one of my (four) uncles tried to make out w/ their girlfriend on the couch as teenagers (given that some of those girls later became my aunts and all had at least three kids… Guess it wasn’t a deterrent…). I just loved the image of Sydney giving the goat treats for cock blocking Horobi and Fuwa. Mostly Fuwa.

#Random Writing Tidbit #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #the boys try to get frisky but the goat she is not having it XD #basically training the goat to actually recognise when they are actually making out ^^; #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

So…

… Nakayama’s photobook (I think it’s a photobook, online translators bad) is called ‘Asexuality’ and he and Sunagawa did an hour long online talkshow to celebrate the release, I guess bc it’s the same publishers as BASE???

Anyway check these two making me fucking cry???

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #I'm glad they seem to be buds #like I know that some of this is like probably agency publicity and company stuff #like I said I think it's the same publisher #but they seem to actually be friendly w/ each other it's so??? Great??? #I love when cast members are friends #like Fumiya and Igeta giggling about their new drama was so sweet #esp after him talking about how much he looked up to her etc. #also him w/ Okada and Noa w/ Okada were super hilarious #it def feels like Okada Sunagawa and Igeta slipped into these big sibling roles #and then just have these great bonds w/ their younger castmates #not that Nakayama's that much younger #I seem to remember an interview saying he was actually chatting it up w/ Yamaguchi pretty easily? #despite the ten plus age difference #meanwhile Sunagawa was afraid to be impolite XD #anyway #I'm sobbing have a good night #gods I'm so proud of him you know? I hope he's relieved #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

Very important trip preparation:

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #Horobi (Zero-One) #Fuwa Isamu #guess which characters are my faves? #you get three tries and the first two don't count #not pictured: Baby Jin :( #bc there wasn't enough merch of him to get on there (I don't need my work bag or my parents' house key) #also not pictured: the Miki pin on the other side #also you can't see the tag on the pompom but it's there I promise #Binary Retro Rider

[horobiandstingscorpion]

Bc I keep joking about it…

… I gotta.

Horobi: I’m proud to identify as Morosexual. I am attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. One time a guy asked me if I could identify a hooded figure on a poor quality security video and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight. Fuwa: Wait, what kind of animal is the pink panther? Horobi: (already taking his clothes off) Isamu, you are so fucking stupid.

Using Fuwa’s first name is for special occasions when Fuwa is being extra cute stupid.

#Tumblr Quotes #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Zero-One Family Incorrect Quotes #Romance #like I don't personally like Yua as a person and yet she and Fuwa are honestly a brotp for me #HoroFuwa #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #listen Horobi is morosexual w/ a weakness for hot heads #Fuwa and Ikazuchi are his ultimate undoing #Binary Retro Rider

[horobiandstingscorpion]

Every OT3 has these Very Important roles

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #OT3 #HoroFuZuchi #my precious angry wolf dad #my precious evil angry thunder dodo #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #Horobi continually suffers from being moronsexual w/ a preference for hot heads #also Ikazuchi would it kill you to give me an easy screenshot??? DX #but seriously #well Horobi varies between suffering from these two's impulsive habits #and enjoying watching them ^^ #Fuwa and Ikazuchi will get riled up about something and everyone's like 'should we stop them??' #and Horobi's just like 👀👀👀👀👀 in the corner #he just loves watching his bfs have emotions #if they get too bad he can always break them up #but he def just… loves how emotional and passionate they both are #if I'm ever able to focus I do wanna write more for these three bc I just #love the two angry hot heads and their moronsexual more sensible but also more fragile bf #but I'm rambling #I think I just have a soft spot for people aggressively caring about Horobi #also I love moronsexual Horobi w/ a weakness for hot heads just watching these two like :::hearteyes:::: #Binary Retro Rider

[firebirdsdaughter]

I'll ask Horobi though I'm sure somebody else already has, but I'll throw in Miki too for fun ^^

No one has, actually. ^^; I don't have many friends. I'll do both.

Horobi

Favourite thing about them : Uhhh… Everything?? He's amazing, he's such an interesting, complex, powerful character, even when the writing is fighting him tooth and nail.

Least favourite thing about them : The way he was treated, both by the writing and by the audience. I need to know what absolute insanity was going through Takahashi's mind.

Favourite line : Oh, gods, so many, for so many different reasons. Top are probably his last words to Baby Jin, his 'we are not slaves to humanity' lines, and when he finally said Fuwa's name in the VCinext, however painful the rest of it was.

BrOTP : Uhhh… Jin's his son, well Baby Jin was his son, Neo Jin is like… His son's imperfect clone? Probably Ikazuchi and Naki, in a way, although I am fond of at least him and Ikazuchi being romantically involved in the past, pre-Ark, but by the present Horobi is a different person bc of everything he's been through and it wouldn't work out. It's not perfect bc they both turned on him for having trauma, but he has a better relationship w/ them than any other character besides…

OTP: FUWA. I realised pretty fast the were my faves and so wanted them to interact, and then I started au shipping them, and then they got a rivalry and by that point I was getting parallel/not so different 'being manipulated/used/controlled' vibes from them and then the show started following through and I was just gone. And then the show fucked me over and was like 'lol that all never happened,' but they cannot undo what they have done. Horobi and Fuwa invented enemies to lovers and I will die on this hill.

NOTP: Several, for different reasons? For ex him and Gai and him and the Ark are things I don't actually see as healthy or want to see in canon, but like exploring bc they are messed up and twisted and I like tormenting my favourite characters. Like 'my canon' features both depicted as abusive and being part of why Horobi's so messed up. Meanwhile, Yua and Aruto bc they treat him terribly and do not care about his well being at all, and then Jin and Izu bc the former is/was his son, the latter is a) absolutely not capable of consenting to any kind of romantic relationship, b) is too young for him, and c) also doesn't care about his actual wellbeing. (same could be said for Neo Jin, honestly)

Random headcanon: Horobi likes watching Fuwa make faces. He is content to watch Fuwa's expressions for hours.

unpopular opinion: Horobi was one of the two least at fault for what happened in that warehouse. The other was Izu. Everyone else had a large hand in enabling/provoking/allowing that situation.

favourite picture of them: Uh, anytime he's onscreen??? Okay, fine, I’ll use this one.

*** Miki

Favourite thing about them : So, so much. I may have only met him bc of Sunagawa, but I am absolutely attached to him. I haven’t mentioned him recently and I feet bad about that, I’ve been going through some stuff, but I still love him. I guess you could say just how… Realistic he is? Like he’s very realistic for a young, rather troubled man thrown into a situation that’s just way over his head and way more complicated than he’s equipped to deal w/ and eventually breaks him down, which… I just feel all the time. 

Least favourite thing about them : How little he shows up! :( On the one hand, like I understand he’s not the main focus, and as far as parts in the greater plot go, I don’t feel like he necessarily needed anything else. It’s not like Zero-One where Horobi’s lack of a past left a massive hole in the narrative, the story as a whole doesn’t need Miki to have more focus, I just would like to see it.

Favourite line : Oh… Oh, goodness. You’re um. You’re putting me on the the stop. But I’m gonna stretch this a bit and just say, from the musical, his part of the song w/ Mister Wonderful Baritone and Cartwheels With Guns (what are their names again???), like after he’s revealed to be a Fury for the first time. If anyone knows what I’m talking about. I can hum the start of it.

BrOTP : … Hmmmmm… I guess I could say Souma for this? Or maybe Chizuru? I guess Itoh could count although I see them as a little complicated. The thing is my knowledge of actual Hakuouki is very limited bc I only became involved bc Sunagwa (which I’m okay w/), so I’m not so familiar w/ the other characters. Although the musical convinced me that he, Souma, Chizuru, and Nomura could have been Squad Goals™ had things been different.

OTP: Souma, coincidentally. I don’t need them to be romantic, but they are so similar and so balanced and the parasols… Ahhhh. I’m so in love w/ their duet during the final duel and I just. I’m love them. Angry gruff guy and super anxious polite guy, but they both have other layers like Miki is actually quite anxious and unsure of himself and Souma is capable of great badassery when called upon.

NOTP: Uhhh… Not really? I guess the typical ‘don’t ship them w/ family’ kinda thing.

Random headcanon: Gotta filch this from you actually, but the idea that he’s some sort of more advanced kind of Fury, maybe bc he’s just taken to it so well, or Koudou was using him for further experiments… But him finding out that things that usually kill regular Furies don’t work on him, and the poetic tragedy of him being driven to the point of wanting to die but never being able to.

unpopular opinion: Uhhh… I don’t interact much w/ the wider Hakuouki circles, so I have no clue. I don’t think my sorta shipping him w/ Souma is exactly unpopular so much as it is not something most people pay attention to.

favourite picture of them: ANY. AGAIN. But to keep in the vein of emotional moments/meaningful expressions and movements/Sunagawa being good at acting…

#Asks #fluttering-by #Hakuouki #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #I NEVER GAVE MIKI A TAG #my precious angry revenge driven purple samurai #Binary Retro Rider #Singing Samurai

[firebirdsdaughter]

Well…

… I hope this is KR wikia being erroneous (between ‘Horobi has the most screen time’ and mispelling Souichi’s name, I’m inclined to this it is), bc where the hell does anyone get away putting Jin (in his Flying Falcon suit to) as a Rider but Horobi as a villain in this Atsume game??? Forget that I can’t figure out how it works, you don’t disrespect one of the goat Riders of all Reiwa like that. I’m so mad.

#kamen rider zero-one #kamen rider zero one #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #the other arrows goat is Fuwa #anyway even setting aside that I think Burning Falcon Jin acted way more like a villain than Horobi ever did #you’re gonna put his of suit on the hero list but not Horobi??? #talk about double standards #anyway now I’m fussed #binary retro rider

[horobiandstingscorpion]

Just notice you’re both looking at the sky

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #I wanted the shot of Horobi very clearly looking at Fuwa #but the credits were in the way #DX #these two stop giving me emotions challenge??? #psyche they automatically fail bc I never want them to stop DX #Binary Retro Rider