The Kou Empire (煌帝国, Kō Teikoku) is a large military nation, considered one of the most powerful in the current era because of the number of Dungeon Capturers and armies it controls. The Ren household, which has ruled on the commoners for centuries, are the rulers of the Kou Empire.
People hate on the Kou brothers so much and it’s just sad.. I love them but I don’t like their way of uniting the world. It’s not their fault that they have that kind of mindset! They’re only following Hakutoku,Hakuyu and Hakuren’s will. Kouen and Koumei just idolized emperor Hakutoku so much! Even Kouha followed this too! :(
the kou bros + hakuyuu and hakuren finding their s/o writing their name with ren replacing their last name? (Assuming they've been together for a while) 😭 i hope this is easy to understand!
Hakuyuu looks over his s/o’s writing fondly, sneaking the page into his pocket for times when his spirit is low. He keeps the page close to his heart and skirts his s/o’s questions when they ask what happened to their writings. He keeps it as his little secret, happy to know his s/o is so deeply in love with him.
Hakuren is tickled pink to see his s/o’s writings. Finding them makes him ponder the future of their relationship. He finds his s/o and asks them out on a date that night. He eagerly waits for that evening, grinning from ear to ear, hoping to hear hopes of marriage directly from the horse’ mouth.
Kouen’s stoic expression cracks into wide smile. While he didn’t expect to see such lovey-dovey scribbles it was a pleasant surprise. When he finds his s/o later, he wraps his arms around them in a tight hug before whispering in their ear their future married name with a teasing grin.
Koumei is surprised by the discovery, he didn’t expect to see something so dreamy and childishly romantic from his s/o. He can’t help but smile, almost proud that he fostered these feelings in his s/o and he decides to come home early tonight to take them for a nice date.
Kouha delights in this discovery and takes to lovingly teasing his s/o all day long. He only takes breaks to refer to himself with their last name, jokingly turning the situation around. By the end of the day he has marriage on the mind, musing making the big proposal soon.
Hakuryuu is positively overwhelmed by his s/o’s cuteness. He gasps, cupping his face in his hands. He shakes his head disbelievingly, and makes a mental note to never bring this up in the hopes they continue to do it and continue to be adorable.
❝ Like light in my veins, Darkness is sinking me,
Commanding my soul. ❞
Tagged Threads .name. || ren hakuyuu .age. || 29-37 years old .affiliation. || al-thamen
WARNING: CONTAINS MENTIONS OF TORTURE
After the fire that overthrew the Kou Empire, Ren Hakuyuu fully expected to die. To lay there as the flames licked his charred skin and seared his flesh. Praying that his little brother and sister would be safe, he let the darkness take him.
However, time passed and he woke. Unable to see his surroundings, just able to feel the heavy chains binding his wrists above his head as he hung. A sinking feeling settled in as he realized he was trapped. Alive. He didn’t die, in fact, it seemed most of his wounds were gone. His skin felt almost smooth, the burned away flesh healed. That gave little hope.
Soon he would discover his worst fears were true. The identity of his captor was none other than the very person who began the coup. His mother. His mother, the priests of Al-Thamen, and, by their side, Koutoku, the new reigning Emperor. No one spoke a word as to why they kept him alive. As to what he was doing here, a prisoner. Day after night he was subjected to torture, to starvation, to all manner of cruelties and manipulations with no relief in sight. His mother promised if he behaved, if he was a good boy and promised to do what he was told, that she would release him.
Oh how he was a bad boy.
He resisted, the thoughts of his family remaining foremost in his mind. The unknown knowledge that they were alive, that they were okay keeping his rukh bright. The hope to one day see them once more prominent. But days dragged into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Until, finally, seven years later, he snapped.
Breaking down, his rukh were dyed inky black.
Hakuyuu was released on several terms. First, he would always wear the robes of an Al-Thamen priest. Second, he would obey every word, every order, he was given by another member. And third, he would never reveal his identity to anyone, no matter who they were, no matter how close he used to be. Something about this seemed surprisingly easy to agree to.