Kᑌᖇᗩᗰᗩ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎᗩᗰᒍOOᑎ

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ Kurama took a deep breath, letting the tension melt away, his gaze fixed on Namjoon, who watched him with that intense, unwavering stare. The weight of everything that had happened, all the chaos with ConAgra, drifted to the background. Right now, in this moment, it was just the two of them.

Namjoon’s hands slipped into Kurama’s hair, fingers tangling in the red strands, and Kurama felt a familiar warmth spark inside him. His children responded, flipping and twisting, as if sensing the energy between their parents. He let a small, mischievous smile play on his lips, leaning in close.

"Don’t start something you can’t finish," he murmured, his voice low but full of promise, eyes flashing with a playful glint. He rested a hand on his belly, looking at Namjoon with all the fiery determination that his mate knew well. "And don’t think this belly’s gonna stop us." He added, more softly, “I love you.”

Without another word, Kurama turned, gliding over to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway with one hand on his belly. He leaned into the doorframe, his burgundy outfit hugging his figure, intricate red designs matching the deep shade of his hair. The colors swirled like embers, giving him an otherworldly glow. He looked back at Namjoon, and in that playful, sly way that only Kurama could, gave him a come-hither gesture with a curled finger.

“If you want to pull it, go ahead,” he added with a smirk, running his fingers through his hair. He walked into the room, his movements smooth and unhurried, letting his clothes slip from his shoulders and fall, one by one, to the floor. With only his traditional Japanese-style undergarments left, he glanced over his shoulder.

“You coming, appa?” he asked, his voice a low, inviting whisper, sending a shiver through the air between them, knowing there was no way Namjoon would say no.

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon did nothing but watch his husband and speaking none. Looking at the red that stalked his face and those bangs that gave it's shape yet hid some of his face. Namjoon eyes gazed towards his belly a short moment before he stepped back and then looked the over over. But it felt much more ease. Looking at the belly another short moment and then switched to his face.

A soft delicate face that hit a fierce worrier within. A burning light that was already heating namjoon on the inside. He leaned in pressing his lips towards the other. He didn't speak anything. Nor did he care to have anything to speak about. he held kurama instantly tangling his hands inside those red locks. Everything stood still.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ The forest around me was hazy, thick with smoke and drifting ashes. The house was still smoldering, flames at what remained. Somehow, between the sound of my own laughter and my search for Namjoon, I hadn’t even noticed him nearby until I heard his voice cut through the haze. Just hearing him brought an instant calm over me, a feeling I hadn’t realized I’d needed until it settled warmly in my chest.

I turned toward him, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Yes, well,” I said, brushing ash from my shoulder, “I don’t have many complaints, aside from the fact that we lost all my clothes. And my parents' gifts—they’ll be heartbroken! We’ll need to make it up to them, and maybe then we’ll call it even.” I paused, letting my gaze linger on him, softened by the warmth I felt. “I missed you, you know. I love you. Let’s not quarrel. I’d rather make love than arguments any day. You know, a heated battle’s one thing, but heated lovemaking…” I let the words trail off, my hand drifting to my belly. “It’s been too long since I felt your touch.”

My hand smoothed over my belly as I let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t know when I became so sentimental, but maybe it’s because I missed you more than I realized. Maybe it’s because… well, you’re my peace, Namjoon.”

I took a deep breath, glancing over to the burnt remnants of what had been our home. “You know, we’ll have to go house hunting now,” I said, giving him a playful smile. “Let’s start fresh—somewhere new, somewhere beautiful. A place where we can truly begin this next chapter of our family.”

Turning back to him, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as I spoke softly. “You can’t stay mad at me forever, and you know it. I’m charmingly difficult and you love it.” I tilted my head up to him, eyes filled with the same love that had always been there. “There’s nothing stronger than what we share. And I know you feel it too.”

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon was on top a tree watching the male wander through the forest calling for him. His gaze watched his every movement. He spoke nothing; yet gave no sound. He was a pro at silence. He watched the other as he scanned the area and the smell. when the other was far from their old home. He looked at the red that flowed through the forest like fire.

Namjoon spoke towards kurama, as he appeared behind him. His emotions is silent and stoic. He looked at the back of the red head boy and before speaking, he sighed of an defeated.

"You've made me burn some of my best books in there" his words came out.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ I had come to a stark realization: this clash with Namjoon wasn’t going to resolve easily. We were both intense, emotional creatures, deeply passionate and loving, yes, but equally moody when it came to our own stubborn natures. When our tempers flared, the heat could be felt miles away. And though our bond ran deeper than any quarrel could break, ConAgra’s presence seemed to stir things just enough to tip the scales. This was more than just a clash of personalities; it was the sort of friction that could easily set the whole forest ablaze if left unchecked.

“Kogara, you’re dismissed for now. Send me spirit papers if anything arises—I need to find Namjoon before he accidentally burns down the entire forest with his mood,” I instructed, my tone steadied with an urgency I didn’t usually feel. I watched her fade into thin air, her presence disappearing as quickly as it had come, giving us the privacy we so clearly needed.

I took a deep breath, pressing a hand to my overly full belly, feeling the weight of our children within me. I wanted to feel peace here, to feel the stability of home, but I couldn’t do that with this hanging over us. Besides, the house was due for an upgrade—the family was expanding, after all. But first, I’d let him cool down, let the fire simmer low before I confronted him. This wasn’t the kind of confrontation I wanted to fuel. After all, if I wanted him to hear me out, I’d need to be more strategic than just wrapping my rose whip around his neck.

A smirk crept onto my face, my hand unconsciously settling over my belly. The thought of us fighting full-out in my current state was so ridiculous that I started laughing, hysterically, probably loud enough for Namjoon to hear, wherever he was in his fiery retreat.

“Namjoon,” I called out, still chuckling as I brushed a smudge of burnt ash from my cheek. “You’re buying us a new house, my love! I hope you know that. And you’re personally putting together the children’s rooms this time.”

My voice softened, though it still carried through the charred remains of the house. “Come talk to me,” I urged, trying to keep the lightness in my tone. “I hate when we fuss and fight. And I’d much rather find a better way to use this… rather full belly of mine.” I couldn’t help the suggestive smile that crept onto my lips, hoping it might take the edge off his temper, maybe even pull him back to me.

With Kogara gone, perhaps his mood would settle enough for us to talk this through, face-to-face, without the added embers of pride.

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon sat at the mid tallest tree, as everything went down. Hissing in thought at the knowledge that the other would remain. He looked at the two and then looked at their home. It wasn't the fact that he worried about the home, But as long as they were still here or around, Home is nowhere. The male watched them from afar and saw the actions of the other.

He stayed a moment longer and leaned against the bark of the tree. A normal blink as the thought about it being Kurama's gift to him. His hatred was with the father. The rose whip appeared and anger stirred with the red haired male.

Namjoon wasn't pleased not one bit. as long as kagura bread life and air. Namjoon would stop at nothing. to him, she was the enemy. Now and forever. And the things she spoke wasn't what siting right with the male. He watched their interactions and his hand rested on that of the tree snapped at it as he clenched the tree with a bit more force. But nothing he tried to do. it was something that just happened.

Moving from the branch and dropping to the bottom, He turned from the two seeing he chose to side with the enemy and walked off. He didn't need to intervene anymore. Especially as long as she was nearby. He walked burning each and every tree as he walked past them. HIs anger was now furious.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ The house erupted in flames, the intense heat at every corner as the fire tore through, transforming the once calm space into a blazing inferno. In the split second it happened, I barely registered what was going on before I found myself pulled out of harm’s way. Kogara had whisked me from the chaos with the swiftness of the wind itself. She stood beside me now, calm and collected as the house burned before us, the flames reflecting in her steady gaze.

"What the hell just happened?" I demanded, my voice tight with shock and anger.

“Your husband happened,” Kogara replied, her voice as unshaken as ever. “My presence here has not been well-received, and I doubt I’ll be staying much longer under these circumstances. Whatever conflict exists between you and Master Namjoon, it needs resolution.”

I felt my jaw clench as anger surged through me. “Oh, I’ll fix it all right,” I muttered, pulling out my rose whip with a snap, feeling its familiar power in my hand. “I’ll fix his real good.”

“My lord,” Kogara’s voice cut through my rage, calm yet firm. “This isn’t the time for violence. You love your husband, and I am certain he loves you. My presence simply unsettled him, which I can understand, considering I wasn’t extended a welcome. But let me assure you, I will remain close by, watching over you from a distance. I won’t impose myself, but I am here for your protection. His actions put your life in danger, and as you are my life, I will fight to the death for you if it ever comes to that.”

I let out a sigh, clenching my fists as I reined in my frustration. “Kogara, you’re overreacting,” I said, though her loyalty was unshakable, almost touching in its intensity. “I could have easily escaped the fire on my own. I’m a demon, after all—a little blaze isn’t about to kill me. But sometimes, I swear, Namjoon’s more like his father than he realizes.”

Kogara’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. “Perhaps I should observe his father to truly understand the son,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on the flames.

I shook my head, exasperated and exhausted. I knew Kogara was right in her own way—my frustrations wouldn’t be solved by lashing out. But as I looked at the remains of my home, I couldn’t help but feel that something had to give, and soon.

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon continues to read his book. Even when the other spoke about her being his protector and not once did he look up from his book. The anger is clear in his voice but the words untouched to namjoons being. Namjoon remained quiet and didn't argue with kurama. He wouldn't have argued without him being pregnant and he didn't argue with him being pregnant. It was an unending battle that was going to commence from the situation.

Namjoon went to the home that the other was in and took his hand that would appear in front the small home and blow it a flame. He wasn't joking when he spoke about him not wanting anyone here. And be damned if anyone would come in any way. Yes he was just like his father, But yet. To have an unknown into his home without permission was just something of the enemy coming into his home.

he thus walked away heading off into the forest.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ Kogara, unfazed by Namjoon’s presence and any possible consequences, bowed her head respectfully but remained resolute. "If you’ll excuse me, Master Namjoon, my life has locked himself in a room, and I must attend to him." Her tone was unwavering as she brushed past, her focus solely on me. She approached the door, taking in the sword embedded deep in the wood, her expression calm and unreadable.

"My life," she called softly through the door. "What troubles you? Speak to me." Her voice held a warmth that carried through the wood, waiting, patient.

I sighed, not even lifting my head. "Kogara, I don’t want to be bothered right now. I’d rather speak to my husband... and yet, I’d rather not," I replied, voice weary. "This is becoming a heated discussion, and the children weigh heavily on me. Excuse yourself, Kogara. Namjoon doesn’t want you in the house.”

There was a silence, a moment of stillness, and then her voice returned, composed, carrying a gentle resolve. “As you wish, my lord.”

With graceful steps, Kogara turned from the door, bowing to Namjoon without a flicker of hesitation. "I will take my leave, Master Namjoon," she said, her tone unwavering, offering no pause for response. "If either you or my lord requires my assistance, please do not hesitate to call. I do not intend to be a thorn in your side, and my presence here will be as quiet and unobtrusive as the air. But my life, my lord, is my duty. That duty was entrusted to me by Master Naraku, whom I am bound by my very essence to serve." She straightened, her voice holding a finality that left no room for argument. "If I fail to carry out my instructions, my own existence will be forfeit."

With one last respectful bow, Kogara lifted her hand, gracefully removing a hairpin that shimmered as it left her dark hair, and vanished from sight as if carried away by the wind itself. A soft gust swept through the door as she disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of her presence, like a wisp of air or the lightest touch of a feather drifting away.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ My head spun, barely able to process Namjoon’s immediate reaction toward my childhood protector, Kogara. I had expected… well, anything but that. You’d think, with a family like ours, protectors would be a dime a dozen. Yet, Namjoon looked at her as if she were a threat, his hostility barely masked, and Kogara, loyal and dignified as always, looked to me, silently asking what she should do, her eyes carrying that unspoken loyalty that I’d known since I was a child.

I didn’t hold back. “Namjoon,” I began, my voice sharper than I intended, “she’s not just a protector. She’s family—an honored guest and an indentured servant. She would never harm us, never harm the children, never hurt you, and never touch a hair on my head. I would like you to rethink this reaction. I don’t want to be in a battle with you my first day back.”

The words came faster than I could temper them, the weight of my pregnancy amplifying everything, emotions swelling in me with a force I didn’t recognize. I shifted my hand to my belly, feeling the ache in my back, the heaviness of our children pressing on me, reminding me of my physical limits—limits I didn’t think I had until now. “Do you think I could have managed all this by myself?” I demanded. “My parents loaded me with so many things—gifts for you, for the children. And she was kind enough to help carry it all. True, she floated most of it on a feather, but still, she’s been nothing but loyal. I've never seen you act this way, like your father.” The words slipped out, sharper than intended. “There’s a guest house in the back,” I continued, taking a breath to steady myself. “More than one room. It has its own kitchen, living area—even a pool. She can stay there, if that would set you at ease.”

With that, I turned, feeling a surge of frustration coursing through me. I appreciated Namjoon taking the bags, yes, but I didn’t want to see his face, not right now, not with emotions tearing through me like a storm. I stormed off, retreating to our room and slamming the door behind me, trying to catch my breath as anger and fatigue wrestled inside me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my hand resting on my stomach as the overwhelming frustration boiled over, filling my chest with a sense of helplessness. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I felt the absurdity of it hit me. “If I shed one more tear, I’ll commit seppuku and spill these babies right onto the floor,” I muttered bitterly, the ridiculousness of it somehow both grounding and maddening.

A useless response, crying. It grated against every instinct in me. I glanced at the small sword mounted in the corner of the room, the one I barely touched since my weapon of choice had always been my rose whip. Yet, in a moment of pure fury, I seized the sword and hurled it toward the door. The blade pierced the wood, embedding itself to the hilt, maybe even pushing through to the other side. I didn’t care if Namjoon was outside the door or not. All I wanted was to release the sheer rage consuming me from within.

A guttural sound escaped my lips, somewhere between a growl and a sigh. The last thing I wanted was to fight over someone who had been my steadfast guardian, who would have thrown herself in harm’s way to protect me, to protect him if it came to that, without him even realizing it. She was my family, bound to my life, and by extension, to his.

But right now? I was a pregnant, pissed-off fox demon, and hell if I was going to swallow this anger.

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon looked over at the other and raised a brow. "You are not allowed to come anywhere within the limits of this home" Namjoon watched the other and then looked at Kurama. "How could you bring someone else to our home?" he pulled from you and turned to walk off from the two. Namjoon was not fond on strangers, especially new strangers he was unaware of. Since he was unaware. the answer was nothing but a short and simple 'No'.

He walked away from the two and with the items he asked for help with. There was nothing being said as he walked off from the other two. He didn't even glace back at the unknown stranger. He gotten to their home and putting kurama's things down into his room to undo things that were perhaps dirty and those that were clean. When he was finished with said small task of helping the other to unpack. he went to his study to continue reading.

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ As I returned home, every step felt lighter, my spirit lifted from the reflections I’d had on my journey. My hand rested on my growing belly, feeling the comforting movement of my little ones inside me, reminding me that home was near. I’d spent hours meditating, untangling my own doubts and tensions, learning to let go of control and embrace the role of a husband and an umma. I knew I wanted to come back to Namjoon as someone softer, more open—a partner who could meet him with the same warmth and trust he’d always shown me.

My stay at my father Naraku’s estate in Japan had been quiet and solitary. Winter blanketed the land in stillness, and I spent most of my time in the room I’d grown up in, letting the memories wash over me. The room was just as I remembered—immaculate, with a bed fit for royalty and sweeping curtains that shielded me from the world. Those early days of care and comfort, under my grandmother’s watchful eye, had been peaceful. But as the world thawed and spring returned, I felt ready to leave and return to my beloved.

When I arrived home, my heart raced at the sight of Namjoon. I reached for him instinctively, letting my fingers trace up his neck, grounding myself in his familiar warmth. By my side was Kogara, an air spirit demon with a fierce loyalty who had traveled with me at my father’s request. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders, and her kimono, elegant and traditional, framed her with an ethereal strength. She introduced herself to Namjoon with a respectful bow, her gaze fierce and unwavering.

"My name is Kogara," she said, her voice carrying both grace and an edge of determination. "It would be my honor to serve your family." She asked for only a small room and two meals a day, but I knew she deserved more—a place of respect and honor in our lives, as her loyalty was boundless and strong.

As we entered, the weight of the bags in my hands became a strain, my belly reminding me of the life I carried. Normally, I would handle it all without hesitation, but now, looking up at Namjoon, I felt something new—a soft, quiet need. My eyes met his, and for once, they held a wordless request.

“Could you help me with these?” I asked, smiling gently. It felt strange yet reassuring to ask, to lean on him in this small way, knowing he would be there for me, steady and unwavering.

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ Namjoon was in the process of waiting for the other. He took his time to make sure things were in order. Over the past few years, since they didnt have any small children to take care and look after, He kept things in order with the home.

seven years ago:

"You make sure to eat and get plenty of rest. Having you going away with this much load can be taunting and stressful. But I'll be here awaiting your return. Don't even think about having those babies alone and now here with me." he looked at the red head male and gave a sweet smile towards the other. He leaned in kissing the other. He kissed him like he was going away forever. A hand came to the youngers cheeks and held at your stomach. "You all need to keep him safe. And keep him in line" he spoke to the babies.

He looked at the other and leaning onto the door, He stayed there for a short moment, Before moving to walk with him. He held his hand. "I can walk with you for a moment. So you're not traveling so much alone. "I can accompany you on your journey. You don't have to go about this on your own. We should share the journey." Namjoon suggested. holding his husbands hand.

"I know you said it's a self journey. But we can experience it together" he looked at the other. "You don't have to go kurama. Am I not worthy enough to have you?"

end of flashback::

Everything was definitely in order for when the other was to come back. He waited like a good husband and took care of the home. He even started a garden. One day where he was in his study reading, a familiar scent came into his senses. Looking from his reading he closed his book and moved towards the door. Opening the door, his senses seem to pick up exactly the spot he was. Namjoon met the other half way. But he greeted the other with a kiss.. "Welcome home"

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@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ Ha! The younger smiled feeling the feeling of your body come close it had been years of being together and his body had adjusted to touching and for the many times you scapegoated without leaving your seed we only had the two children how I miss the sound of the little feet running around the house and it seemed demanded what he desired was the way to getting what he wanted so he admitted / Food is only part of the seduction and/ the younger turned and dropped the clothing under the apron and leaving only that as apron ing was a Japanese forplay and kink you may not know of he was adding spice to more than the food

@ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ *i was in the study and of course engaged to my reading when i smelled the food that traveled way from the kitchen and over towards my nose. I looked from my book and curved the tip of the page and lay the book on the side before i made my way towards the kitchen. I was there in no time as my speed was perfect. At the eve of you speaking about another baby. I walked inside the kitchen* another baby you say. are you not satisfied with the two that we have? *i moved behind you pressing our bodies close and resting my head to your shoulder. That vibrant red hair* hmmm *my hand moves your hair back as i turn my head towards your neck and moves closer to your neck letting you feel my hot breath* are you trying to butter me up with food so you can have your children?

@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ I had been a while from that long sweet memory of there first being together and the where more of a tight family kurama thought about the time that had passed and tho rain and his daughter was now older without the grandchildren around the house was well the house Namjoon always in a book or off somewhere doing Namjoon type things since when had he became a house husband he smiled putting food in the pot knowing the smell of food was something his husband liked that's when he made up his mind putting the knife in the board -/ WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY / as if to make sure Namjoon heard the request

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@ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ The younger man reclined in a chair, captivated by the sight of his future husband gracefully swimming. A smile graced his lips, finding amusement and joy in the mesmerizing display. As Namjoon approached, the younger man couldn't resist the allure, leaning in. Despite hearing the spoken words, he tenderly initiated a sweet and shy kiss. In that moment, amidst the breathtaking view, he couldn't help but reflect on the beauty and amazement of the bond they were building together "it's a pretty amazing view"Kurama was speaking about both views and had to hide the fact

@ｋｕｒａｍａ *goes out and dive into the pool in the backyard. swims under the water a while before coming up to catch a breath. Seeing the younger he moved towards him* so, what do you think? *nudges out at the view* it's a beauty isn't it? *namjoon spoken to his future husband*