Kouen-sama

Ren Kouen, First Imperial Prince of the Kou Empire. (Independent RP blog)

[maelsxtrom]

On the other side

[maelsxtrom]

“Tomorrow?”

Sinbad sat there, momentarily stunned to silence - a feat that only a select few have been capable of achieving. Then again, he never expected the other to agree like that. At the very least he thought the redhead would just punch him in the face to make him shut up.

“…Y-Yeah, tomorrow sounds great.”

The violet-haired teen cringed inwardly. Why did it sound like he was the one being coerced into this now? What a strange turnout of events this has been. Thankfully, Sinbad was distracted by a quick tap on his shoulder. One of their classmates was calling him over to talk about a group project.

“Right, uhm, I’ll see you at lunch then.”

Sinbad stands up awkwardly from his seat, giving the other an equally awkward nod before skedaddling the heck out of that room. He’ll have time to consider the serious repercussions of his actions later. Maybe.

[kouennii]

The next day, Kouen was waiting in front of the cafeteria, looking around somewhat nervously to see if Sinbad would actually show up. Maybe it was all just a plot to humiliate him further after all and he’d stand here while everyone laughed about the fact that he thought anyone would want to have lunch with him. Or maybe Sinbad would show up but then only ridicule him at every turn...

He relaxed a fraction when he saw Sinbad actually coming towards him, but only until he realised that he had no idea how this would work. He had never been in the cafeteria before, he mostly skipped lunch and then ate at home with his siblings as that was the only time they got to spend together. How stupid did that look, a grown man who had never been inside of a cafeteria before... 

He sighed a little and tried to let go of his anxiety. It was not like this guy meant anything to him anyway, he just tried to give him his chance to say sorry, and if he was still an asshole he could just leave, right? When Sinbad arrived where Kouen was standing he had managed to relax his face into some neutral mask again but gave the attempt at a smile when he saw the other. 

“I see you actually meant it.” 

[maelsxtrom]

shattered

@kouennii​ : taken from here

“Boyfriend…?’

The word felt odd on his tongue, almost as odd as the touch on his hand. But it wasn’t… unpleasant; quite the opposite in fact. It was slightly reassuring to see someone after being lost in those faceless nightmares for so long. He repeats the word, trying to see if saying it again would ease the strangeness, waiting for something to come up in his mind…

Nothing.

“…I’m sorry. I really don’t remember.”

Guilty amber eyes trail down to his lap, staring at his hand carefully cradled in the other’s own. He really wished he could recall even just the slightest fragment if only to ease the pain throbbing in his chest. He couldn’t even bear to meet the other’s eyes, certain that his own blank stare would only make the other’s misery grow.

“Sinbad?”

“I… think I remember that at least. My name is… Sinbad. I grew up in a poor village down south. Father died after he was drafted into war overseas. Mother died from sickness but I, ah, managed to tell her I got into my dream college before she passed…”

[kouennii]

Kouen had always prided himself in the fact that he was able to keep a perfectly straight face in even the most dire situations, but it turned out that seeing his fiancé in a hospital bed,  not remembering him, broke all his training, and he sat there with tears running down his cheeks. His Sinbad, his everything... he didn’t remember him anymore.

“Yes, that’s right. Your mother died before college started, but you still told her that you’d managed to get into that school, and you were so happy that you had achieved that. That school is where we met, on your first day there...” He wondered if Sinbad would remember him if he just told him about their life enough. What if he never remembered him again? What if he didn’t want to be with him anymore...? He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped his tears, feeling embarrassed for crying like a little child. 

“You were such an annoying brat when we first met...”

[kouennii]

Tiny Body, Big Heart //houngtao

[houngba]

With those tight shoes and nasty socks finally off of his feet, Kouha stretched his legs down to the earth and curled his toes. It was good to feel the earth between his toes, to have the grass tickle at his heels! Next were the thick jacket and then the thinner one. Finally, clad in only his pants that reached down to half of his calves and a thin undershirt, Kouha finally felt better.

The child’s attention was already slowly distracting again with the feeling of the earth as he kept pushing into the ground, shifted his weight and repeated the whole thing till the moist soil slowly became mud. It felt so funny, how it stuck to his skin and then tickled as it let go and dripped down! But still he hummed, “Uh-hu, I wanna know,” in reply to his brother’s question. And he did want to know. Just … this soil was funny, too.

[kouennii]

As Kouen watched his little brother, he already knew that the advisors would scold him in the evening for getting dirty again, but Kouen didn’t find it in himself to mind. Kouha was a child, and he had had enough of a tough childhood so far, he needed to just be a child and play and get dirt all over himself if he so pleased. Maybe he would just quickly bathe the boy himself once they got back inside so the poor thing wouldn’t have to listen to endless lectures again. 

“Can I help you with the mud? Some people say it’s good for the skin to put mud on it sometimes... and I can show you. Should I make a flowercrown for you?”

[faamulus]

young master.

That was… unexpected. He had figured he’d be punished for speaking out against his new master already. But it seemed that the other had found it to be amusing. Whether that was good or not remained to be seen, but at least for the time being Sinbad had avoided being hit. 

                “Fitting is it? To keep a pet of the same species and age                  as you? Ah, but you’re not the same species, I forgot. A                  spoiled brat is not the same as a human, is it?”

He smirked at that. It was as if Sinbad was asking to be punished. Maybe he was. At the very least, he wanted to test the waters. See just what he would be allowed to say in front of this boy.

                  “It’s Sinbad, if that pleases you, oh benevolent Master.”

[kouennii]

Kouen gave a chuckle, even as the guards placed their hands on their weapons and his advisors looked ready to throw the slave out of the window. He would need to tone it down a little if he wanted to survive in the palace. 

“Well, I am not sure if a mouthy brat is the same as a human either, but a spoiled brat and a mouthy brat would be fairly similar again, don’t you think?” He looked at the other with a smirk and then nodded. “Sinbad it is then, kid, unless you’d like me to call you a brat by default.”

[fulmenanguisgelumleo]

✖ (kouennii)

5. stomach kiss

He laid there, beside his lord and prince. Both topless, probably from the heat of the Kou summer nights. How they ended sharing the same bed, well, that was a story for another day.

Ithnan stared at Kouen’s form. Admiring it. Appreciating it. Before he moved and pressed his lips to the man’s stomach in love and admiration.

[fulmenanguisgelumleo]

It was like nothing had happened. The days would pass and he would give the Prince a bow out of respect. Ithnan had thousands of years to harden his emotions and heart. He was close to an empty shell. But one day he would bless Kouen. A chance. Gyokuen was busy. She told him that if he was truly done with his duties he was free to occupy his time. Making sure no servants were around, he entered the Prince’s room and bowed. “Good afternoon, your highness.”

[kouennii]

Kouen was bowed over the last of his paperwork for the day as he heard his door opening and closing, and he looked up in time to see Lord Ithnan entering his rooms. Keeping a straight face even though he wanted to jump up and embrace the magician, he gave him a greeting nod. “Good afternoon, Lord Ithnan. May I inquire as to what brings you here?” He hoped that his guess as to why the other was here was right, but it could always be that he was just on a mission for Gyokuen after all.

[yunantheguardian-archived-blog]

Married Life

[yunantheguardian-archived-blog]

Yunan snuggled against Kouen with a satisfied smile, listening to his soothing voice. “We have no one to peek on us indeed. What would you like to do, Kouen? You’ve been watched and guarded your entire life. Now is your chance to do the things without having to worry about each word you speak or every action you take.” He then let out a soft and short laugh. “I, for one, could bake you cookies and cakes. I love cooking, so maybe we can try to do that together?”

[kouennii]

Kouen chuckled a little and ran his hand over Yunan’s soft hair with a smile. “I honestly think I never thought about that... what I would like to do... I think I will discover things I would like to try after a while? But baking sounds nice... we boys were never allowed in the kitchen, whenever we came there we were hurriedly given some treat and ushered off again. I think I would like to try and bake or cook, if you can bear with me for a while?”

[firexheartxprince]

Two Halves of One Soul ||Closed||

[firexheartxprince]

He chuckled at the idea his twin posed; the two of them acting like one person.

“I have no doubt they’d be able to tell,” he mused “En-nii and En-tei. That sounds like a good pair of names. Different enough to differentiate, but similar enough.”

Kouen watched as his twin stepped back to look at him.

“To think that I have any siblings, let alone a twin,” he replied, smiling “believe me when I say I understand what you’re feeling all too well, dear brother.”

[kouennii]

Kouen grinned at his twin and nodded. “Well, at least I knew about the other siblings that we have, but I had never thought that there would be another one, let alone a twin... but I can’t say that I am very happy it turned out this way, even if I am angry at our parents for throwing you out like this... but yes, I think going as En-tei and En-nii will be nice. Let’s see how many of the poor palace staff we can confuse?”

[huntersxandxangels]

The Light That Accepts Who You Truly Are||Closed||

[huntersxandxangels]

Samarah frowned at that, thinking that it would be a very long night.

“Respectfully, I’ll take my leave,” she replied, giving a small bow “regardless of the news, rest is something we both will need. I’ll return to my tent and prepare.”

She turned to go, walking away before looking over her shoulder to see the messengers meet with Kouen.

Hopefully it wasn’t news that would stress the Emperor too much.

 That night, her concern made it hard for Samarah to stay asleep. She kept falling asleep and waking up again. Deciding to make use of her time, she went about checking her arms and armor. A sword, dagger, and bow.

Would she need to use them soon?

[kouennii]

Kouen nodded and watched her leave, then awaited the messengers that soon arrived and reported that the enemy’s army was moving towards their camp, but unknowingly. Of course that still meant they had to get ready for battle soon, so the emperor sent them to wake the members of his inner circle to work out the best strategy with his best men. And with the one best woman that was part of his guard as of today. He was sitting in his tent fully armoured when they started arriving, having been roused from sleep just after they had fallen into their beds. 

He waited until they were all there and then asked the scouts to repeat their report to the assembled group. 

[liiyong-deactivated20200513]

“new” family.

What an intimidating man. And yet… he seemed to be making some attempt at being gentle toward Kouha. He didn’t quite understand that. Maybe it was some sort of trick? He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to warm up and remain guarded. 

Then he heard his name, and his eyes shot up, confused. Kouha was sure that he’d never been asked his name by the slavers. It didn’t seem to matter, according to them. Many masters, apparently, liked to name their pets.

                      “I… how did you know that?”

[kouennii]

How did you know that. That meant it was right, yes? That he had finally found him... He couldn’t help but to break out into a smile, disregarding any protests of it not being befitting of a prince as he surged forward and enveloped the smaller male in his arms. 

“I know that because I have been looking for you for years... For my little brother, a boy of your age, red haired and called Kouha... and now here you are, finally, finally back with us~”

[faamulus]

💰 (kouennii)

Send 💰 for your muse to buy my muse at a slave auction

He may have been ‘trained’ by Lady Maader, but it seemed that she’d miscalculated. No matter what she did, his spirit never broke. Not completely. And so she’d sold him off. To some spoiled rich brat, about the same age as Sinbad himself, it seemed. 

                 “… nobody told me my new master was gonna be a kid.”

He’d likely get punished for that. Oh, well.

[kouennii]

Kouen could feel the tension in the room rising as the slave they had brought him did not only speak without being spoken to but also started out by disrespecting the First Prince. And Kouen’s first instinct, as usual, was to strike the boy across the face and snarl at him to behave. But instead he gave in to his second instinct and burst out laughing, filling the room with the rare sound. He then shrugged and smiled at the slave. “They tend to not tell those kind of things. And I’m not a kid anymore, though I am still a youth. Just like you, it seems, which is very fitting, is it not? Or maybe you would have rather served my father in hopes of him treating you like a child still?” He took the other’s chain from the slaver with a little hum. “So what’s your name, kid?”

[bleuhibiscus-deactivated2017071]

💰 (kouennii)

Send 💰 for your muse to buy my muse at a slave auction

As he stood on that platform, alone and afraid, all he could think of was his brother. He wondered just where he was right now? In chains like Seishun…? Or perhaps he’d gotten lucky, and he was free now… Oh, how badly he wanted to be by his side again. How long had it even been? Months? Years? He didn’t know. 

All he knew was that he had no choice to do what he was told. When the winning bid was called, he let the slaver lead him by the chain around his neck toward his new master. Seishun could hardly believe his eyes. This man was taller than anyone he could remember seeing. And dressed in such fine clothes, too… 

The second he made eye contact with the man, he quickly bowed his head low, not wanting to be punished already for misbehaving. He hadn’t meant it that way at all.

[kouennii]

Kouen gave a little hum as his new slave was led to him. He had looked older from further away, close up he looked like a scared boy, though the seller had assured him that he was of age and would be able to serve as a body slave as well. Not that age really mattered for a slave.

Kouen stepped forward and carefully took the chain from the slaver and hummed approvingly. “My, you are a little cutie” he murmured and lifted the other’s chin with a finger to look at his face. “You will do just fine.” After all, it was always better to have a pretty face around all day to look after him. 

[liiyong-deactivated20200513]

💰 (kouennii)

Send 💰 for your muse to buy my muse at a slave auction

Living on the streets, he’d heard stories. People getting snatched up and put in chains, sold off for ridiculous sums of money. He’d only laughed at it. There was no way he was worth so much. No one ever seemed to pay very much for him at the brothel, after all. So why did putting him in chains make such a difference..?

Wide eyes gazed up at the man who had named the winning bid. Before that moment, Kouha didn’t even know such an amount of money even existed. He began to tremble, the fear of the unknown starting to overwhelm him. He knew, at least, what people wanted of him at the brothel. But now he had no idea what he was getting into… 

[kouennii]

He had paid the agents so much to find that boy, that when they had finally located him the means to make sure he would go to the Ren family were almost laughable, even if by the face of the boy the amount of money announced was very high to him. He stood and made his way to the front, taking in the trembling and frightened boy standing naked on the stage. The one he had found at last, after years and years of searching. The one he had so looked forward to meeting. His brother.

When he reached the stage and the auctioneer pushed the boy towards him, he easily caught him and despite his usual grim demeanor, gave him a smile. “Am I right in assuming that your name is Kouha?”

[maelsxtrom]

"Remember me?" (the angst is calling to meeee so I can hear it even from behind all my books - kouennii)

My character has amnesia, and can’t remember anyone or themselves. Send, “Remember me?” for their reaction.

He’ll be fine. He promised him that nothing would go wrong. It was just a quick run to their old college dorms to grab some things he forgot when he finally moved in with him. Ah, he had a lucky mitt and a little cactus plant he wasn’t quite sure was still alive but definitely nothing he can’t carry by himself.

… He didn’t return home that night. Or the day after.

The next time they meet, he is barely conscious on the hospital bed. Nightmares kept him awake, nameless faces haunting him whenever he closed his eyes. It was worse now when this man gazed at him with such broken, frightened eyes.

“I-I don’t…”

Why did it hurt to just say those words?

“I don’t remember…” 

[kouennii]

Kouen sat at Sinbad’s bedside, waiting, waiting for him to wake up, hoping he would be alright. He didn’t really believe, but he had prayed to whatever God might hear him to give him his Sinbad back, the one person that meant the world to him. When Sinbad finally opened his eyes he could have rejoiced, were it not for the empty, unrecognising gaze that met his eyes. 

He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember Kouen,  his fiancé, the love they shared, their long relationship... He didn’t remember. It took all he had for Kouen to not fall apart right then and there, but to stay calm, stay collected, and give Sinbad’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you remember who you are? Your name is Sinbad, and I am Kouen, your... your boyfriend.” Maybe he shouldn’t tell him that they were engaged right away... Sinbad had lost his ring in the accident, and maybe just having a boyfriend would be easier on him now. 

He sighed a little and closed his eyes, rubbing his thumb over the back of Sinbad’s hand. “You had an accident... got run over by a car. Doctors said it’s almost a miracle you survived....”

[kouennii]

Royal Gift //garuforxzairu

[garuforxzairu-blog]

Sinbad relaxed a little as the merchant left, golden hues looking up at his new lord as he spoke. “My name is Sinbad…” He softly replied, looking down at his hands that rested on his thighs, gaze focusing on the bracelets around his wrists, not wanting to think about what his life would be like now that he’d been given to someone for amusement. 

“Is it too bold for me to ask for your name?” 

[kouennii]

Kouen nodded upon hearing the other’s name and he gently ran a hand through the purple strands of hair. He would make for an excellent companion, even if the merchant who had gifted him would never get any of the favours that he was hoping for.

“My name is Kouen, Sinbad, and no, it is not too bold for you to ask. You may ask whenever you have a question, I will not forbid you to speak.”

[fulmenanguisgelumleo]

✖ (kouennii)

5. stomach kiss

He laid there, beside his lord and prince. Both topless, probably from the heat of the Kou summer nights. How they ended sharing the same bed, well, that was a story for another day.

Ithnan stared at Kouen’s form. Admiring it. Appreciating it. Before he moved and pressed his lips to the man’s stomach in love and admiration.

[fulmenanguisgelumleo]

Despite his worries and stress, Ithnan managed to find enough peace to sleep through the night. However, he startled awake at the first hint of light on his eyes. The sun was rising. Morning. He glanced over at Kouen and stroked his hair. As a small parting gift, he used his life magic and formed a small snake made of vines up along the wall behind the bed. Using his staff, he used the window to sneak out. All he could do was hope that he was not caught and that they could see each other again soon.

[kouennii]

Kouen stirred when he felt something in his hair, but when he opened his eyes, all he could see was the end of Ithnan’s robes  vanishing out the window. He sat up and smiled slightly when he saw the snake like vines beside his bed. Maybe that meant that Ithnan really wished to come back? He lay back down with a little sigh, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow that the magician had occupied. He certainly wished for them to spend a night like that again.

[kouennii]

Tiny Body, Big Heart //houngtao

[houngba]

Kouha ran as fast as he was able to in these clothes. All the layers, it was difficult to move in them. Probably that was also why the teachers always were able to catch him!

Once he arrived at the old house that was now empty and apparently used as storage, Kouha sat down on the porch and started to pull his clothes off. It was too warm in them anyway! “Ah-!” he exclaimed as Kouen arrived. He’d completely forgotten that he’d not answered his brother’s question. When he finally did, he averted his eyes and wiggled, mumbling, “… No, I dunno know …”

[kouennii]

Kouen jogged after the little child, easily keeping up with him but letting him take the lead anyway. He was just too cute when he sat down and started removing his clothes. Kouen could understand him, he had wanted to take off all those layers as well as a child. Now he was used to them, but he wouldn’t keep Kouha from taking them off anyway. He should enjoy that freedom while he still had it.

“Would you like me to show you how to make flowercrowns?”

[maelsxtrom]

Sinbad shuddered, bright amber eyes darkening slightly at the promise in his beloved’s voice.

“Second option sounds good~”

He captures Kouen’s lips in another kiss, this one much needier than the last. Sharp teeth nip and bite at the soft skin, Sinbad’s hips shifting up to press against the warm body above him.

“Remind me who I belong to~”

[kouennii]

“Of course I will, love~” he grinned and grabbed Sinbad to lift him up and carry him to their bed. “I never want you to forget who you belong to, my pet, my darling” he purred and set him down again before pulling him into another consuming kiss that spoke of his desire and love for the purple haired man. “I think we’re both overdressed for the occasion~”