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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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horobiandstingscorpion · 2 years

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I posted 37 times in 2021

32 posts created (86%)

5 posts reblogged (14%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.2 posts.

I added 304 tags in 2021

#kamen rider zero one - 37 posts

#romance - 37 posts

#kamen rider zero-one - 36 posts

#my precious angry wolf dad - 36 posts

#my precious evil stoic scorpion dad - 35 posts

#binary retro rider - 35 posts

#horofuwa - 34 posts

#otp - 33 posts

#prompt generator quote - 12 posts

#zero-one family incorrect quotes - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#(like it wouldn't be too far afield for them to accept her since they seemed on fine terms w/ her too but those two guys aren't aims)

I had to delete the top image bc tumblr's own image limit threw a fit. ^^; This is much better! I only created this blog in 2021, year of the OTP, but I wanted to include it. I want to keep posting here bc HoroFuwa means so much to me. I may never manage to transfer everything from my main account to here, but I still want it to be a dedicated HoroFuwa blog, esp after the V-Cinexts (I dunno what everyone is talking about, though, they're both fine??? I mean, Jin, Ikazuchi, and Naki, not so sure, maybe they died, but Horobi and Fuwa are fine, they're on their honeymoon). It's the least I can do.

My Top Posts in 2021

And another…

… Before I break!

Ikazuchi: I told Horobi his earpiece flashes when he lies. Fuwa: Why? Ikazuchi: Watch. Hey, Horobi! Do you love us? Horobi: (covering his earpiece) No. Fuwa: !

He’s getting better, but he’s still kinda scared.

7 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 04:10:22 GMT

Every OT3 has these Very Important roles

7 notes • Posted 2021-08-02 06:44:19 GMT

Just notice you’re both looking at the sky

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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.

9 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 03:23:53 GMT

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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#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Romance #OTP #HoroFuwa #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #my precious angry wolf dad #reblogging here bc it is for this blog #Binary Retro Rider

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