#hotbloodedhope

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Sexual Sunday Gets Legit

hotblooded--hope: WHAT IN GODS NAME IS HE ASKING HER TO DO LMAO

me: GET FUCKING NAKED THAT'S WHAT

me: Wouldn't be the first time.

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"Is it true!? Was your first kiss truly given to Nui? Don't look at me like that, I need answers!!!" 

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Her Happiness

I wonder when these moments will pass, when a day will come where I am no longer Ryuko's Sunday Best, her favorite outfit. Like all clothes, I'll be outgrown. When we achieve victory, Ryuko will have no further need for me. She has to find her happiness, and I saw it, inside of her...

...a life that I could never give her. 

My best friend will be gone one day to find her happiness. No longer will we fight together, her heartbeat isn't destined to become my own. I know her, she is stubborn. She'll fight the tides of fate until she is washed away, beyond my reach. Can you feel it, my friend? Can you feel how terrified I am of this day?

Perhaps I am selfish. No, I certainly am selfish. I do not want to share you. I don't want to be left gathering dust in the back of your closet. When my purpose at your side has been served, what then? Am I to live on as souvenir and reminder of our time together -- a fond memory?

I want to be the one who provides this happiness for you. 

But how could I? I am merely...me.

I want to be the man in that suit.

I want it to be our happiness. 

[3star-houka]

(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ (≧▽≦)

// this is so mutual, just so you know. <3

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Medieval AU, Human!Senketsu || hotblooded--hope

"Come closer, Senketsu...time is running out."

The frail, sickly Lord Matoi, laid in the King's Chambers, royal advisers and doctors waiting outside of the room where only Senketsu, captain of the King's Guard remained. The King had been poisoned, and the light of his life was flickering, wavering before it would ultimately fade into the night. The grim faced knight knelt by his lord's bedside, uncertainty filling his heart. "What would you ask of me, my Lord?"

The King burst into a fit of coughs, clutching his silk sheets as he struggled to hold onto life moments longer. "You must find her," the Lord wheezed, the color having now faded from his features, "Ryuko must return...she is in grave danger. Our Kingdom faces utter destruction. She is our only hope...tell her..."

Senketsu was pulled even closer, as his King whispered his final words into the knight's ear. The cold hand which had brought him closer fell limp. The King was dead, and the only heir, Ryuko Matoi, had fled the confines of the castle years ago. Senketsu gently placed the limp arm on the bed, and stood vigil over him for a moment longer.

"I will not disappoint you, Isshin."

*****

Six Months Later

How one girl with a bad attitude could be this hard to find, Senketsu had no idea. Lead after lead left him on a trail that would ultimately go cold, and Ryuko Matoi appeared to be far beyond the borders of the kingdom her father wished for her to inherit. In the interim, a council of the deceased King's advisers ran the kingdom, but increased taxation to bolster defenses and train countless more soldiers to ward off any attempts on the empty throne was causing a great deal of civil unrest.

The knight wore a thick, fur-lined cloak atop his mostly leather armor. Parading about in his royal armor would set off more red flags than he'd care to, not to mention murmurs of one of the kingdom's most fierce warriors being away from the capital could prove detrimental to the well being of those who ruled in the interim. His jet black horse steadily plodded into the border city of Ancilla, known for its trade both publicly, and the seedy underground black market. 

After paying off a stable boy to tend to his horse until he was finished with business in the city, Senketsu set off on foot to a tavern known as the Leaky Flagon. The evening crowd was settling in, and were well on their way to have bellies filled with ale. Loose, drunken tongues were always a good start when it came to hearing the local rumors. Even so, Senketsu wasn't entirely optimistic. It would be very much like the runaway Princess to abandon her country...she had seemed so ready to put it all behind her before she fled. The knight entered, and found an empty table in the corner of the tavern to settle in. 

For now, he would watch and wait. 

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The Red Thread Of Fate || hotblooded--hope

The life, if you could call it living, of a kamui was not entirely thrilling. Some would view them as nothing more than a tool, like a carpenter's hammer, or a mechanic's wrench. Senketsu, however, was not nearly so foolish as to make such a haphazard comparison. Though he had only known Ryuko Matoi for a brief period of time, her tenacity, loyalty, and kindness all served as lessons for him. Lessons which could only be taught through countless battles, numerous hardships, and no shortage of close calls.

She was not only the girl who was destined to wear him in an otherwise impossible effort to change the world...

...she was his friend.

If Ryuko were an artist, he would be her brush, and with each stroke they would paint their canvas a delightful shade of crimson. What should have been a parasitic relationship where Senketsu feasted on her essence had become symbiotic. What Ryuko gained from him was not only strength, but friendship, though for these two the words 'friendship' and 'strength' had become synonymous. They operated in harmony, as clothing and humans should.

Senketsu hung in his usual station on the wall at the Mankanshoku residence as beams of the morning sun began to pry their way through the cracked, disheveled blinds hung in the window of the bedroom. Though the garb was generally capable of slowing his consciousness down enough to mimic a human's need for sleep, his attention had been captured by a novelty within the humble home of Ryuko's foster family -- a television. 

Though there had mostly been nothing more than Kiryuin propaganda broadcasting, a marathon of cheesy romantic comedies in celebration of a certain holiday caught Senketsu's eye. 

"Valentine's...Day?" The kamui mumbled to himself as he glanced down at Ryuko, who lie motionless on the makeshift bed below him, fast asleep. 

Will Ryuko be lonely today? Foolish girl, she'll say that she doesn't care, of course. That it's 'just another day'...what can I do? What would a friend do?

Senketsu stared at the peaceful face of his wearer, the girl who donned him daily, as well as a mask. The brave face she'd wear every time she had to draw her scissor blade, every time there was a mention of her father. What could a friend do for this girl who had lost so much, and was willing to sacrifice even more for those around her?

There was little time to debate, Senketsu had to act immediately. He had to try something new. He had to be as reckless as Ryuko, if only this once. A transformation without Ryuko, summoning up his willpower, and the stored energy within him. With his eye shut tight, visualizing the intended transformation, Senketsu attempted to force himself to change, to adapt. For the first minute, it was futile. His scarf trembled in frustration, and then it struck, a sudden epiphany. The missing part of the equation was Ryuko.

With his trusted friend in mind, he once again summoned his will. This was all for her. A surprise for her. A smile...for her.

In a quiet, muscled heap, Senketsu fell to the ground. Wide eyed and unsure of his footing, he glanced down at the sleeping Ryuko beneath him, and the claws which held him up at either side of her. 

Hands...I have...hands...

He quickly stood, stumbling for a moment as his feet found themselves bracing his weight for the first time. He couldn't focus on himself now, he knew that if he did, he'd be nothing more than a pile of fabric on the ground, fallen from his hanger. 

When the alarm clock sounded thirty minutes later, Senketsu was long gone. 

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"Ryuko, this is disturbing...we need to find something high in iron, immediately! Your blood tastes like something that belongs in a juice box!"

Senketsu's brow furrowed as he glanced up at Ryuko, fully intending for her to know exactly what it was she'd have to consume to get her iron count up to an acceptable level -- by his standards, at least.