Chương 1: the nephilim who lived
Klaus sat against the window, letting the cool concrete of the wall refreshen his skin. The moonlight falling over the empty space between his lap. The world outside is dulled and quiet as darkness swallows the city whole. The windows are wide open and the white net curtains sway over his head. He readjusts his dark grey sweatshirt and pulls over his black trousers and takes a pillow in his arms. He can hear clattering and the ladies laughing, the men washing the dishes and keeping them back, he can hear Sera sitting between all of them, enjoying the chaos and the lively rooms more than it all.
He jerks to his side when he hears shuffling behind the closed door, not expecting anyone at this moment. He squeezes closer to the wall, pulling his hanged legs to himself and pulling the pillow closer. The door creaks open slightly, enough for Harriet to pop in. She bends at her waist and looks through the door, a faint crimson dusted over her face and a sheepish expression dancing over it. Her hand reaches to push her falling hair back as she finally decides to step in and close the door behind her.
"Is everyone going back to sleep now?" Klaus asks, relaxing against the walls and sighing a little. Harry shakes her head and smiles, opening her jacket to reveal her soft and silky nightgown.
"They're up, Mother has gone to sleep with dad and the rest are playing card games, I believe. They wouldn't let me do any work and I started missing you so I decided to abandon the game night." Klaus smiles, a soft, fond smile. He likes the sound of it, I started missing you. As if he was far away and Harry couldn't get it out of her mind.
"What game are they playing?" Klaus asks, shifting the pillow's place from his lap to back to the window. Harry walks slowly, hips swaying side to side in her white silk gown as her hands reach for the clutcher that kept her white and black navy hair neatly in one place.
"Rummy, I believe. Someone even brought up playing with real bets." She lets out an airy short-lived laugh. Klaus smirks, having a little idea about who it could be. She climbed on top of the bed and looked over at Klaus for a moment before squeezing inside his lips, slotting their body's perfectly. Flinching a little at the sudden cold contact of the wall. Klaus smiles and rubs her shoulders, soothing the cold with the warmth of his hands.
His eyes fall on the crown of Harry's head. Slowly reaching his hands up to stroke her head softly. She pauses and studies his face a little, before turning back to look outside the window again. Her pale cedar skin glowing against the moonlight. The laughter of their family hit them back , Harry unconsciously smiling after listening to the joy she wasn't a part of right now.
"Finally everything settled, huh?" Klaus asks, his voice nonchalant as he busies his hands in smoothening Harry's hair, too fascinated by the floral smell and the silkiness of it. He sounds relieved, now that Harry is back to normal, the glow of her skin is back, her cheeks are, at all moments, pink and full of warmth, her voice holds strength and her eyelashes are long, seductively dancing as she blinks her eyes. She snuggled closer to him, readjusting her position to bring her hands to his chest as she ran her hands lightly over them, a shiver running down his spine as the coldness of her hand seeped through his clothes. He ducked his head lower and planted a kiss on her forehead, staying there for a while, taking all of her scent in.
"It did. Your family takes such good care of me and leaves me feeling so warm and soothed." She pulled her head back from his chest, her weight supported by the hand on Klaus's chest. She grinned ear to ear, her smile reaching all the way up to her eyes. She propped on her knees and slithered her hands around Klaus's chest before reaching them all the way up to his shoulders and resting them there. "Your brother's wives too, they take such good care of me, love."
Klaus groans at the new nickname given to him by Harry. He closes his eyes and tries to take it all in, Harry's voice, her hair falling all over his body naturally, The gown hugging every inch of her waist and emphasising the curves of her body. His hand explores between the curves, rubbing little circles on the dip of her lower back, her waist and her shoulder blades, finding whatever area eases her more into his touch. A smile flashes on his face, fully satisfied as he settles to keep his hands on her ass, making Harry shiver as he grabs onto it and kneads into her skin. It's unusually soft, only the silk keeping his hands from touching her skin, nothing underneath. She smiles, leaning in closer to place a peck on the corner of his mouth, feeling proud of herself. "This is the happiest I've felt." She breathes out.
Klaus takes it as an invitation to move his other hand and grab the other cheek, when she doesn't move. Pulling her closer to himself. She keeps both of her hands on his shoulder, feeling her limbs go a little weaker and weaker at his touch, letting him do as he pleases. It feels a little absurd to her that they can talk about their family even though there are more pressing matters at hand, like the way his hands are working up her back and how the coldness has left her skin, now burning and leaving her breathless.
"Your parents are taking care of my siblings so well too, as if they were their own kids." Harry's barely there, intoxicated by his flaming touches, she still remembers to correct him and says 'our parents'. Her body straightens up more and her torso now flushed with Klaus's chest, knees spread apart and lower back pushed out more for Klaus to get an easier access. Her palms hold his shoulder as he works his way under her gown, only to realise that the only piece of fabric she was wearing was her silk gown, a smirk appears on his face as his hand latches onto her thighs, diggins his nails slightly in, causing Harry to throw her head back.
"I don't think I can hear you any longer, Klaus, My patience is running thin." She breathes out. Klaus only gets riled up more, wanting to tease her, let her melt into his touches till she can't make sense of any of it, he doesn't do much but test out the sensitivity of all her places, Harry winces when he pulls back from a pleasure spot and moves to another, playing with the skin of her new area.
"Don't you think something's missing?" He lets go of his hands and plants them on her waist, bringing her down to meet his eyes. Harry isn't entirely pleased with the loss of contact but settles down nonetheless. Sitting on top of her folded knees, the gown rode up till her thighs. She tilts her head and looks at him with nothing but pure confusion flashing in her eyes. Klaus giggles and plays with her hair again.
"What could possibly be missing from such a lovely house?" She asks. Klaus makes her shift closer, she doesn't refuse. She waddles on her knees and settles down on his lap, her knees touching the soft mattress of the bed and her inner thighs pressed to the rough material of Klaus's trousers. A small whimper escapes her lips as she feels the tensing muscle in her lower bottom. Klaus shifts his weight and instead of leaning back, he comes forward, pressing more and more into Harry's skin, a hand resting on her pushed ass and another resting on the back of her head. His lips latch onto Harry's cheeks, leaving trailing kisses and moving all the way up to her ears.
"A child of our own, Harriet." He growls, voice low, directly into her ears, making her body quiver all over. She crosses her hands in front of her chest to calm her heartbeat down but it doesn't help when Klaus pulls away her hands from her chest, grip firm on them as he pushes them back to get back to her skin, He nibbles on her ears, on the lobe which she keeps empty with no overly fancy jewels. An aborted sound escapes her lips, closer to a moan as Klaus bites hard enough to not draw blood and slides his way up her gown to her waist, the contrast between his overly warm hands and her cold gown sending her brain into a frenzy. Before she lets her emotions get the best of her she keeps an arm on Klaus's hands to stop him from sliding further.
"Not when everyone's home, Klaus, What if someone hears us?" She stares directly at him, eyes half lidded and blurred with longing for something he knows, his expression mirrors her and despite the restriction on his wrists, his long fingers brushes over her ribs.
"The mansion is too big for that." He ducks his head in and licks a spot over her neck, getting it moist enough before starting to suck and bite on it. Her head tilts to the side, working entirely because of the pleasure coursing through her body rather than conscious thought. "Besides," He breathes over her neck, without moving his head much, he looks up to meet her eyes, fangs growing on display and his eyes burning golden. "Once I shut these windows up, the rooms are completely soundproof. Why do you think we don't hear anything up here?"
Without wasting a single second, Harry removed her glasses and kept them on the window sill, shutting the window tightly behind her when she was done, still sitting on Klaus's lap. Using a finger, she lifted Klaus's face, just enough to show his face clearly. She took a hold of his face before planting her lips on his, angling them just right and setting the pace, full of hunger and desire. Her hips moved slowly, gradually picking up the pace, seeking the friction from the rough material of his clothes. He leaned back, his whole body resting on his elbow behind him as he held Harry by her hips, pressing her hips closer to his body, the friction directly working over his cock as she grinded her hips over it.
"Slow down, not like this." Klaus whispered. He took a hold of her arms and sat up, taking off his grey sweatshirt in one swift motion. Harry could only stare at him in awe. She ran her hand through the muscles on chest, resting his hardened nipples, pressing directly onto them. The pressure leaves behind a burning sensation. She lets go of him for a minute and slides further down, leaving fluttering kisses on the lower half of his stomach, hands working fast to unbuckle his pants. He completely deflates under her touch, letting his head rest on the soft mattress of the bed, his hands resting on her chin as he lightly caresses it.
Harry grins, satisfied when the pants pops open, revealing Klaus's underpants, slightly wet from the precum flowing from his cock. The fabric sticks to his skin, tracing each vein and the hardened skin perfectly. Her mouth hovers over his clothed cock, warming it up and sucking them, mouth moving up and down, her tongue marking their place all over the fabric. Klaus groans, finding her teasing unbearable.
Harry, having had enough with her games, finally pulls down his underpants, throwing both his trousers and underpants on the floor. He sits up this time, Back leaning against the wall, a moan escaping his lips as his whole body comes in contact with it. He spreads his legs enough so that Harry can comfortably sit between them.
She smirks at him and takes the tip of his cock in his lands, thumb poking inside the slit, her hands lathering the precum all over his base. Once it's slippery enough to move, her hand reaches to the base and lazily pumps him up, squeezing and milking out of him. He leans his head against the wall and grits his teeth. Her hands move in a rhythm, fast enough and just perfectly warm. He shuts his eyes and lets her do her work. Harry hums, resting her hands at the base of his cock, kneading his balls and squeezing them. She bends low and licks from his base to all the way up, getting a taste of him.
"You taste so sweet, Klaus." He exhales from his mouth in response, cracking his eyes open as he feels Harry's mouth taking him all in, her tongue working hard and sucking everything out of him and her hands milking what her mouth cannot reach. She hums, satisfied, sending electrifying vibrations throughout his body. She sets a pace, slow enough to keep them both going on for longer, Klaus patiently waits until his patience wears off. He grabs her by the hair and keeps her head fixed, thrusting deep into her mouth with every moment, leaving her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back. His hips slow down as he feels heat pooling in his guts, a familiar feeling sinking into his cock as he comes inside her mouth.
Tears fall down from Harry's face, as she removes her mouth from his cock with a pop, Klaus withering from the sudden lack of contact. She swallows Klaus's release and smiles at him with content. Klaus pulls her back in his arms.
"If you're planning to kiss me I hope you remember I just swal—" An aborted sound leaves her throat as Klaus clashes his lips with her again. He tastes himself on her tongue and it feels nothing but sin as she moans around it. His cock relaxes after the hard work and till it gets back to back, he decides to please Harry with whatever he can. Harry's brain is dazed, she doesn't know when she was flipped and placed on the wall in place of Klaus. She doesn't know when Klaus gave her her gown to hold until her knuckles turned white, she doesn't know when her legs spread apart, enough to make her inner thighs hurt and burn with pain.
Klaus pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, enough till her bare ass was in the air and under the support of Klaus's hands. He applied firm pressure from behind her, asking her to perk her hips up and she followed, mouth breathing out hot puffs of air already. She felt like she would come undone. Klaus hunched down till his face was inches apart from Harry's pussy, Letting his tongue dive in first, savouring the smoothness of her skin and the taste of hers.
He stuffs his face in, burying himself between her legs. Harry rushes to cover her mouth with her hand, biting at the back to keep her from being loud. He glides his tongue across her clit and Harry has a knee-jerking reaction, arching her back far more than comfortable, spreading her legs even further, allowing all of him in. One of her hands pauses over his head, coiling his dark blonde hair around her fingers, until it turns into a very firm grip, almost yanking his hair away from his head. She lets go of the gown she was holding and it rides down, covering Klaus's upper body and head, it works him up to be more aggressive, to suck the juices out of her. She writhes under his touch.
The fabric of the gown restricts his movements, it suffocates him under and he's so lost in her it bothers him more than necessary. He leaves kisses over the petals of her vagina and pulls back with a loud huff, taking the gown in both his hands. She looks at him, mind still hazy and foggy, eyes glossy and tears shining like crystals under the moonlight sneaking its way in. Mind numb from the pleasure, lips begging for more. He pulls the fabric from both the sides, until the seams come off and the threads give up, tearing right from the middle with a loud ripping sound. Klaus, pleased with himself, has the audacity to show his prettiest smile. Harry lets out a soft gasp, staring at her now exposed naked body. The tan lines from her bra and panty showed up prominently. She has the urge to cover herself up, to take her hands and squeeze her chest till Klaus rips her hands away and marks every inch of her body as his but Klaus beats her to it.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He mutters out. His hands feather over her stomach, causing her to shrink them in, wincing at his burning touches. His hand snakes up,up, up, they press over her ribs and flutter over them. Harry takes his hand and guides it to her breast, both her hands holding onto one of Klaus's. She squeezes her hands on top of his, getting the feel of his hands squeezing her breast. "So impatient." He teases. Harry doesn't care. Her hands flop down to her sides as she squirms, begging him to do something, anything to make her feel good. He goes back to his original position, tongue eating all of her pussy, one hand resting on her inner thighs to keep them from closing on his head and the other feeling up her breast.
As he dives deeper, angling his head just right to get loud moans from Harry's mouth, he squeezes her breast tight, pressing them hard enough when he comes up and relaxing his grip a little when he slides lower, working in a rhythm. When Harry stills, overwhelmed and almost at her end, Klaus's hand, that was resting on her inner thigh, comes closer and closer to her hole, rubbing circles on the outside, teasing her as it twitches under his touch.
"Fuck." She mutters out. "I don't think I can last long." She can feel Klaus smiling against her skin and feel his touches get more enthusiastic and urgent. He stops rubbing circles around her cunt and finally inserts his finger in, lazily bouncing in out and, feeling the wetness, the desire, her thirst to have something in. She jolts up at his fingers, getting on her elbows and watching Klaus eat her up, her pussy eating the finger till the base and then out. He inserts another and another, till 3 of his fingers work to stretch her up. Like she had said, she doesn't last long, his fingers burning her insides as she releases white fluid all over his fingers. She opens her eyes and breathes out. Klaus has a hard on again, she stares at him and then at his hardened cock. His hands rest over her waist, holding them tight as he heaves above her, waiting for her to give her sign. Harriet nods her head and takes a hold of his cock. Gently guiding it to her hole.
Her eyes widen and she claws at his biceps as she feels him entering in, putting pressure on her walls, making her feel more than full. Her head lulls to the side and her mouth hangs open in a silent half-moan. She looks pained for a bit as Klaus gets halfway in but it disappears as he enters her with one full thrust. He leans in to her, setting himself in a perfect position to keep thrusting at her.
"You can bite my shoulder if it hurts too much, alright?" He says, noticing the dark and bruised bite marks on the back of her hand from earlier. She nods at him, eyes half lidded, not totally in her senses. Klaus pulls out momentarily, only to enter her with a stronger thrust. Harry makes use of his offer and latches onto his shoulder, leaving blooming hickeys on his collarbones.
Klaus starts off slow, getting her off with slow and deeper thrusts and it seems to work as Harry comes in no minute, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. Klaus gains a time advantage, having orgasmed earlier, he can keep going for a while. He gradually picks up the pace, sliding his arms under the pocket of air between Harry's back and the bed, getting a good grip on her waist and ribs, finding it easier to thrust her fast, cock barely coming out and going in deeper than before. Harry becomes a mess under his touch, moaning her mind off, her breasts moving to the rhythm of his thrusts, legs flopping down with the movement, no strength in her body as pleasure eats all of her rationality up. Klaus keeps his hands still under her waist and uses his other ones to keep Harry's hand locked above her head, stretching through her torso, enough so he can see her stomach bulging out as his cock enters the deepest parts of her.
"Ungh, right there." She frowns as a familiar feeling bubbles in her stomach. The sound of skin slapping against each other rises all of her senses, sending goosebumps down her spine. He lifts one of his legs up, abusing her sweet spot at a new angle, as she clenches tight around him. Their skins are sticky and slippery to touch, splatting fluid away as Klaus hits in with a strong thrust. Klaus also feels he is close. He lets go of her hands and waist, leaning over her body, hips working hard and strong. Klaus keeps his hands on the bed, grasping at the sheets as his mouth latches on to sucking hickeys on her breast and nipples. His veins popping up as he feels his release close. "Let's come together, Klaus." She breathes out, her voice barely audible. He tries to pull out but Harry wraps his legs around his waist, pulling his hips closer in till there's no space left to spare. Harry breathes out, mouth fully open, hissing as she feels warmth travelling all the way inside her as Klaus rides out his orgasm.
As it ends, his body slumps on hers and all of the strength has left his soul. Harry straightens herself and finally frees her body from the torn gown.
"Do you think you can get up and take a shower to clean yourself?" Harry asks. Klaus scoots closer to her, laying his head on her bare chest as she pulls his head in. He shakes his head in a very firm no and Harry giggles, Klaus feeling her stomach vibrate from the pure joy. She hums, sharing the same sentiments, body finally aching and tingling all over, making her feel good. She pulls him closer into his chest, and guides his arms around her waist. Klaus leaves languid kisses all over her nipples, now softened and nestled back on her skin. She giggles as a fluttery feeling runs in her stomach again. She is in love, she thinks. She is very much in love. His kisses relax as his eyes shut down, filling the room with his soft breaths. She strokes his hair till sleep falls over her as well.
Harry is the first one to crack her eyes open, stretching herself as much as is allowed to her, given that Klaus is still deep in his sleep, cuddling over her, clinging onto her naked skin resting his head over her. The first thing that hits her is the soaring ache, crawling from her inner thighs to her back and then to her arms, her jaw aches a little too. She smiles, gruntled. It won't take her too long to ease her pain, maybe even a spell can fix them under a minute, but she savours the dull ache coursing through her body, reminding of everywhere Klaus had laid his arms on. It burns on her cold skin like a hug from the sun itself. She snuggles in and runs her hands through Klaus's hair. He wakes up at her lightest nudge.
He props himself up on both his elbows and rests on top of Harry's body, taking her hands in his and brushing his lips over her knuckles. Smiling to her widely as a greeting. He sniffs in the air and fixes the back of his hair sheepishly, The room reeks of musk and sex. For someone so bold and so devouring last, his blushy demeanour was so different it almost made Harry coo at him.
"I think we should clean up now, before someone starts banging the door to wake us up." He pulls her by her waist and kisses her cheeks. She hides her face in the crook of his neck and nods, taking in his inviting scent with her.
"Let's shower together, we can't waste much time, can we?" She winks at him. He laughs as his head drops down, unable to contain the weight of his flustered state. He nods at her and takes the covers off, feet working light while putting all clothes in the washer. Harry gets up behind him, feeling Klaus's remnants slither between her legs and drip down. She shies away and runs to the bathroom before Klaus can join to get all of it out.
Harry bends over the faucet and glides her hands over her vagina, still feeling the cum drip out of her. She washes her hands and gets a finger in, jolting up with pleasure as she was still sensitive from before. She gets the finger in deeper and stretches herself, allowing the fluid to flow out easily.
"Was my love not satisfied?" Klaus asks from the bathroom gate, leaning against the doorframe, an amused expression on his face. She straightens herself and extends her arms towards him, shaking her head in a confident 'no.'
"Just cleaning myself out, I can't go around the house like this, can I?" She makes him sit inside the bath tub, feeling the muscles on his chest as she walks in to sit over his lap, the tub slowly fills with water. She keeps a tight grip on his wrist and pulls his hands in till they meet her waist. "Give me a hand here, will you?" Klaus stares at her in daze.
She takes his other hand and puts her mouth around it, biting his fingers enough so they sting, as she glides the hand on waist lower, lower, lower. Klaus sits back and lets her do her thing. She takes two of his fingers in and curls the rest into a fist and circles them around her hole, slowly inserting them inside her. As one of his hands warms up her insides, she slurps and sucks around digits of his other hand, biting them as she pleases. Klaus gently thrusts his fingers into her, teasing her and focusing on getting the fluid out rather than pleasuring her fully. She whimpers and bites his hands more tightly.
"I need more, more, please." She bounces on his fingers, tears dripping from her eyes in pure desperation, she lets go of Klaus's hands and rests them on top of his shoulders to use him as a support. He groans as he feels her slowly coming on all of his fingers. Harry pants and plops over Klaus, her hands snaking down to his dick, "Let me help you with that." She kisses his chest. Klaus can hear clattering and clamouring from the floors below, his family starting to wake up and get on with their day, his parents ready for another day of spoiling all the kids, his brothers stretching and grunting around and he knows they have to join them too. But with fresh tears in her eyes and the look of pure want in her face is all it takes for his rationality to fly away. Who is he to say no?
They get ready about an hour later for breakfast, both suspiciously glowing and giggly. His siblings eye him weird, but he doesn't care. His heart is beating in his chest as if he was a school kid who had just experienced their first kiss. They both hold hands under the table, put extra servings on each other's plate to get the other to eat a little more and quickly wipe off their mouth even with the slightest amount of crumb sticking. It's sickening how disgusting in love they were. His brothers pat his back as they get up from the dining seat, Rebekah offers him a playful smirk and Freya sarcastically calls them disgusting. Sera and James sit across them, looking at them and between each other, a proud smile lingering on their face.
Soon Harry realises it's hard, it's hard to keep her hands off when Klaus looks this handsome, she frowns to herself. It should not be this hard. Klaus is just wiping down wet plates with his big, veiny arms that pop because of his tight grip. The same way he supports all of her weight mid-air while he kisses—. She really shouldn't act like a teenager, she thinks to herself. She avoids Klaus like plague and sits between her parents for game nights, she cooks with the rest of the ladies and not with Klaus who unfortunately has to pick a different chore partner from the family, it has been a week and a half since they slept, she should control herself. She runs to the room to sleep first and is deep in her dream lands by the time Klaus joins. And of course, she does the same today.
She keeps a hand near her chest and presses it down in the hopes that it calms down a bit. He shouldn't look this good while drinking his wine. Just as her heart settles down, it flinches at the sudden knock at the door. She almost slips on the floor due to shock but an arm catches her before she can hit the floor. And of course, she can recognize these arms in her sleep.
"Klaus!" She snaps her head back to look at him, he looks troubled by something, almost angry. His eyes are slightly golden and his fangs have only just started coming out, not all the way visible but just enough to make them obvious. "Is something wrong?" She asks, catching his face in her hands.
"Very wrong." He rests his hand on top of hers. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Do you regret it?" Her eyes widen as guilt slams her in the face, she keeps a finger over his mouth and shakes her head, No, no, it's the exact opposite.
"I just don't know how to contain myself when you're around, Klaus, that's all." She pulls him in. He smiles, a heavy breath escaping his mouth taking away all his worries with it. He takes her hand in his, removing it from his face and leans in. He's just away from her lips when Harry starts gagging a bit and covers her mouth with her hands.
"I am sorry, did you not want that?" He pulls her in for a hug.
"No! No–sorry I don't know what happened. I haven't been feeling good lately, is it alright if we just cuddle?" Klaus nods and abandons whatever activity he was busy in down there to join Harry for sleep. Paranoia crawled over his head as she had just barely recovered from her health. He holds her close in his arms throughout the night and even in the morning when she throws up over the toilet seat, hands clutched at both the sides. His blood runs cold.
"Harry, I think we need to see the doctor." He tells her. Closing the last hook of her dress, looking in her eyes through the mirror. He turns her to face him and takes her hands in his, rubbing his fingers and caressing over her knuckles. "I really think we need to go right now." He prompts again.
She sighs, "How about we eat some breakfast first?" To her dismay, the stench of freshly cooked eggs and toast makes her nauseous again. She doesn't understand, it's cooked by her mother who cooks delicious food everyday, everyone on the table seems to enjoy it but to her it only seems like poison. She excuses herself and runs up to the other room, Klaus watches her leave with concern stitched on his face. Everyone leaves one by one, Klaus gets up from the dining table to run to Harry as Sera catches a hold of him and stops him in his path.
"What's the matter darling?" She asks gently, her lips pulled in a confused smile. Klaus pinches the bridge of his nose and looks between the stairs and Sera. He looks in her eyes for a few moments before deciding to just trust her with his words.
"It's Harry's health…" He tells her about all that had happened before she found James. Sera nods with a blank face, unable to process the pain her child had to go through just for her happiness. "And she again started feeling nauseous! She didn't eat, threw up in the morning and feels gaggy all the time." His voice trails off. Her ears perk up at the symptoms. She closely looks at Klaus, of course, how could she miss those known exchanged glances between her daughter and her lover.
She smacks her arms and laughs, making Klaus more confused than ever. "Why don't you sit here for a bit? Let me talk to her." She strokes his hair. He decides to listen and goes back to his seat, watching as Sera ascends the stairs and makes her way to their room.
Sera slightly opens the door, knocking and clearing her throat. "Can I come in, Harriet?" She asks. Harry, who was looking at the trees outside the window, turned towards her and immediately sat upright, inviting her to join in.
"What brought you here mother, is everything all right?" She took Sera's hand and slightly tugged at them to make her sit beside her.
"Is everything alright with you, my dear? You look pale."
"I just feel nauseous and a bit of morning sickness is all, Ma. It'll go away." She leans in and looks at Sera with eyes full of stars. Sera almost tears up at how much her daughter had grown, how she had grown into this strong, young woman, how she had found herself a lover who cherishes her more than anything.
"You'll have to get that checked my darling, I heard you weren't well before this as well."
"This is different, I swear! I used to feel as if my soul was being sucked out but right now… it feels different. It feels like my body is getting heavy and I get tired easily..nausea too. And it hurts all over."
"It hurts, where?"
Harry blushes away and hides her face. "My…my breasts kind of feel sore." Sera strokes her hair and hums in acknowledgment. Her suspicions were confirmed by that sentence alone, she smiles to herself again.
"I'll tell Klaus to take you to the hospital, get good scans done, alright?" She kisses the top of her head.
As Sera had said, Klaus comes in just a moment after she leaves. He hugs her before tugging on her sleeves all the way till they reach their car. She almost coos at him. Klaus doesn't speak nor show any emotion other than pure concern, his eyebrows pulled together in a furrow and the grip of his hands tight, almost making his veins pop. She wants to reach out and comfort him, saying it's all alright, It's all okay but somewhere in her heart she finds it difficult to believe in her words as well. She loosely puts her seatbelt on and sighs, slumping against the window and blankly staring at the buildings passing by.
As Harry is about to open the gate of the car, Klaus stops her hand from moving any further. He gets out first and jogs to her side, opening the gate and her seat belt, holding her closeby, supporting all her weight.
"I can walk just fine, love." She chuckles. "I'll be alright, what's got you so worried?" Klaus opens his mouth to say something but closes it right back up, pressing his lips into a thin line and shaking his head. Harry doesn't push him any further and lets him handle all of her.
Klaus is left all alone when the nurse snatches Harriet away for checkups. He wobbles down to one of the waiting chairs somehow and prays it's nothing. He prays and prays and prays, shutting his eyes down and trembling all over. All he wants is for Harriet to be safe, for that he was willing to sacrifice anything. Even his safety by asking his sisters to conduct black magic to save her life. The storm of anxiety roars in his chest, they've kept Harry away for too long. He taps his foot and asks the nurse passing by if they know anything about Harry's health, they shake their heads and give him a pitiful look.
Thankfully, a doctor walks to him, a wide smile on his face. Klaus sighs in relief and finally the roaring settles down.
"Mr. Klaus Mikaelson, Harriet's husband, correct?" Klaus nods his head. The doctor lifts him up and pulls him in for a hug, patting his back with pride. "Congratulations sir, you're going to be a father." His life stills. He freezes under the doctor's touch and the air gets knocked out of his lungs. He slowly pulls back, fresh tears rolling off his eyes, and stares at the doctor. He says nothing but gently guides Klaus to the ultrasound room and disappears behind a door connected to it, leaving Harry and him alone. He stares at her in daze and then at the screen. He can't figure out what he's looking at, there's a blob and that is about to be their child. He trudges and settles down on Harry's bed, taking her hands in his.
Harry is just as shocked and confused, she looks at the screen and then at him, eyes puffed up and tears unable to stop.
"Klaus…" Her voice breaks at the edges.
"I didn't know it was possible— I–" He chokes up in his own words.
"We are about to be parents, Klaus!" She exclaims. Klaus nods enthusiastically, finally getting back to his senses. Harry jumps in his arms and he showers her face with kisses. Oh this is everything and more.
The doctor dismisses them with a set of instruction and appointment dates and also about her symptoms and what to look out for. They don't go straight back to their house, Harry waits outside, all giggly and shy while Klaus asks what's safe for her and what isn't. When he comes out, he averts his gaze to the side and hides his face like a high school kid, all blushy because his crush asked him out. Harry isn't any better. She bites her finger and looks to the other side, lips pressed thinly together to suppress the smile bubbling up on her lips.
He holds her hands and swings them all the way to their car, rests it on his laps, fingers intertwined together, firm, never letting go. He stops in front of an ice cream parlour and makes Harry wait in the car. He has a stupid grin on his face when he steps out, handing her a cup of ice cream and keeping one for himself.
They can't speak, everything is too much yet it's just perfect. Their family, their love and them. It's perfect.
"Do you want to announce it to the whole house?" Klaus asks, his voice turned groggy and rich. Harry nods her head and lets out an airy laugh, mouth stuffed with the ice cream still. "Tonight?"
"Yes please." Halfway through her ice cream, a realisation hits her. "No, not tonight. We can't do it without her." She almost yells. She slams her ice cream cup on Klaus's lap. He catches it, head tilting in confusion. She fishes her phone out of her pocket and scrolls through her contact list, finally landing up on the contact she wanted with a satisfied smile on her face. Klaus tilts his head to catch the name — 'Ívy' it reads. He slumps back on his chair, a childish grin on his face mirroring Harry's.
The phone is picked up on the first ring. "Harriet! It took you forever to call me back!" She squeals over the phone. "I bet Klaus forgot about me." She dramatically sighs. Harriet replies back with a giggle. Klaus rolls his eyes.
"No he didn't." Harry smacks Klaus's arms playfully. "How's the cafe going?"
"It's going good! The girlies have been disappointed since Klaus got snatched away but they still hang around." She giggles.
"Too bad for them." She kisses Klaus's hands, making him blush. "Ivy, is there a way you can…come to us for a few days?" There is a pause. Ivy says nothing and Harry holds her breath, anxious, waiting for her response.
"Yeah..Yeah I can." She slowly says. "Is there a problem, everything alright?"
"Yes! It's all good. We just want you here for a few days, Klaus misses you." Klaus leans over Harry's shoulder, her breath almost leaving her lungs.
"I do not." He whispers to her.
"I know!" She exclaims. They talk for a while before Ivy has to return to the cafe saying "I am gonna wrap my work as fast as I can so I can stay for a while, I'll ask my cousins to help out." or something along the lines. They sit in silence and let the music control their senses as Klaus drives back home.
Sera is waiting on the porch. She isn't looking entirely stressed, a neutral expression on her face but she is pacing around. James is settled down on the seat beside, flipping through the pages of the newspaper and keeping an eye out for Sera herself. Harry jumps out of her seat and lightly jogs to them, reminding herself to not over strain her body in between.
"Mother!" She says. Sera halts in her place, her head snaps up to meet Harry's eyes. She releases a sigh of relief, a smile blooming on her face.
"Harriet~" Sera says, opening her eyes to invite Harry in, Harry rushes to her arms, squeezing her tight till they're flushed just right. Sera laughs as the breath is knocked out of her lungs. She strokes her hair and lets her take her own sweet time to pull back. "Is my child all good?" Harry nods her head hard. She is more than alright.
Sera doesn't mention a word nor does she treat Harry any differently but in her heart she knows, she knows what's about to come and she knows what will become of this family, she is an angel after all. She treats Harry to hearty meals and takes care of all her needs, patiently waiting for when she's ready.
It takes a week for Ivy to arrive at their mansion, she doesn't look amazed nor does she look at the mansion like it's ridiculously too big, she looks at their house with a fond yearning. She has been here before. Ivy brings them gifts, a matching pair of jackets for the 'lovers' she says. Sera takes her in like her own child and it doesn't take them too long to become the bestest of friends. Klaus's siblings ask her about their family and the cafe. Harry smiles with content, it'll be tonight, she nods at Klaus. Harry prepares the documents, the scans and a big banner that she had been preparing by herself.
Klaus takes up the job to settle everyone into the playroom, board games scattered everywhere, his family chattering away with joy, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed and sipping on some wine, Ivy munching away on the cookies she got for them. Klaus eyes her before leaving the room to get Harry.
Upon opening the door, he sees Harry, shying away in the corner, looking at the stars, like she wants to reach them and back. Klaus feels the same. He knocks on the door and clears his throat to make his presence known. She jerks back, taking a deep breath after seeing Klaus.
"Are you ready, love?" She can only nod. She hands the documents and scanned pages to Klaus and takes the banner herself, a firm grip on his hand to soothe both of them. The door to the playroom is wide open, just two steps and they have to face their family. Klaus peaks in and pulls Harry with him, thankfully they haven't grabbed anyone's attention yet. He mentally counts the number of heads and lets out a deep breath after confirming that everyone was present. He steps first, Harry follows.
"Everyone!" Klaus starts, already regretting his actions, anxiety bubbling in his guts. "Harry and I–err, we have an announcement to make." Harry bites her lips and looks at them. She slowly steps forward and flips the banner for them to read, hiding her face behind it as they all read loudly.
'A new member is coming' Is written in big, bold letters with a cute baby bottle drawn beside it. There is silence as they try to decipher the meaning of the banner. Harry shrinks even more in herself as the silence grows louder. Klaus tugs Harry closer to himself as everyone starts sharing widened glances, the meaning slowly clicking to everyone. They all rise in a loud roar, Sera knowingly smiling from her chair, Ivy tearing up, covering her mouth with both her hands, Rebekah rushing to hug Klaus and his brothers patting him on his back. The ladies surround Harry, close just enough to not overwhelm her. They ask her about her symptoms and give her tips. As the commotion dies down, Sera steps in, pulling Harry in for a big hug.
"You've grown so much, my child." She kisses her forehead. They are pulled and made to sit in the centre as everyone takes up on different duties, Ivy and the wives of his brothers take up the responsibility of decorating the room for their new member, for bringing the child gifts and spoiling the kid rotten, giving Harry new ideas and threats for keeping the baby healthy and safe and spoilt just as good. His siblings plan a baby shower, making a guest list and setting the theme. She wasn't expecting their parents to indulge in such childish behaviour as well, Sera and James are scooted in a corner, thinking long and hard over the chess table about naming their new member. It's a serious discussion too, Their eyebrows pulled together in a furrow, Klaus can really see her resemblance to her father.
Harry and Klaus decide to go with their plan, not wanting to disappoint any of them. The room beside theirs is freshly painted and decorated with bouts of warm colours. And soft drawings which Klaus right away figures, are made by Ivy. The next is gender reveal, which Sera and James themselves organise, saying that it's important for them to do it because of the name duty. They get the file weeks back and refuse to share it with anyone, despite Harry clinging to James and begging him to just tell her about their own child, he almost gives in to her puppy face but straightens right back up after Sera clears her throat.
On the day of gender reveal, they're all seated in the hall, the decorations aren't exaggerated and fit just right. The celebration isn't much, it's old fashioned and peaceful, they play games till the cake is prepared, they feel Harry's bulging belly and listen to it attentively, talking to the child and telling the kid to choose them as their favourite aunt or uncle. The cake is rolled in and Sera stands with a bar of, what seems to be like chocolate, in her hands.
"What's that for?" Klaus asks, nudging her with his elbow.
"The name of the child." She smugly looks away making Klaus grin. When they're done with their playful bickering, Harry finally cuts through the beautiful lavender cake. She lets out a deep breath before pulling a piece out. It's bright and pink. A tear rolls down her cheeks, she always wanted a daughter for herself. Klaus jumps and announces to everyone that he will be a girl dad. The ladies pull themselves together and scheme activities for the baby girl that was yet to be born. Sera hands the bar of chocolate to Harry, Klaus runs and smushes their bodies together to read it with her.
Luna Mikaelson. It reads in bold letters. He lets out an airy chuckle, pulling Harry in him, kissing the top of her head. She nods as she cries in his chest, it's perfect, it's very perfect.
The baby shower, unlike the reveal, is huge and grand. Halls are booked and busy, they are filled to the brim with guests, everyone Harry has known. Ron and Hermione are there, Hagrid is there, so are her professors. Ivy is there and so is her family. They shower her with presents and gifts, expensive gowns and toys, some bring accessories for Hedwig too. There is a wide range of food, drinks and presents lying on the table. Harry and Klaus are busy mingling with everyone present. Ron and Hermione introduce their kids too, two tiny boy twins, head a mess of ginger hair.
"They better be the bestest of friends!" Hermione threatens. Harry assures that they will be, just like how the three of them were back in their school days. Klaus and Harry take up one twin each to get the hang of it, with their loud wailing they can already tell it will be hard. But it's alright as long as they are together, the thought runs in their head.
Harry can't say the rest of the months went by a breeze, They were painful, if not, they were deadly. The third month scans arrive in their mail, their little Luna looks like a lime in those. Harry gains a little weight, her body changing its shape, making room for the new resident. It's not as painful, she can manage. Fourth month is where it starts, she has trouble breathing and finds herself dizzy at times but Klaus is there to support it all. She somehow makes it to her ninth month, out of sleep and out of breath, her legs swollen due to waddling all over and her back to its wits end.
Finally her water breaks at night, right after midnight and she has to laugh at how suiting it is to her child's name, Luna. She is rushed to the hospital, just the two of them, without disturbing anyone at home. Doctors take her in right away. Klaus sits right beside her, eyes shut and a tight grip on Harry's hands as her blood curdling screams hit his ears. He, for a moment, wishes he could experience the pain instead. He finally opens his eyes as her voice fades off. Harry's eyes flutter shut and the voices fade off her ears as she passes out on the bed.
When Harry opens her eyes, the pain and the soreness is almost fully healed, leaving her with a dull ache. She takes a moment to admire the powerful witch who could soothe such a big pain in just a few minutes. Her eyes land up on Klaus, He sits close to her, arms scrunched in and tightly wrapped around their small baby girl as he coos at her, she is calm.
"Klaus.." She weakly says through her chapped lips. He looks up at her, a wide grin dancing on his lips.
"She is so beautiful Harry, she looks just like I do!" He speaks like a child. Harry extends her arms and takes Luna in them, Klaus was right, she looks just like him. Her hair a mix of platinum blonde and dirty blonde, Harry has a feeling her hair will grow out just like her fathers. She looks at Harry with large eyes, lips hung open. She is pale, the contrast of her skin and the dark blue towel clearly visible, it reflects on her skin. She is pale and a little purple and so small, no bigger than a huge watermelon. Harry pulls her in and kisses her head. She breaks eye contact with Luna as she hears a camera shutter go off. She looks up to find Klaus with a pink polaroid in his hand, lens directed on them, a smile visible from beneath the camera. "I am getting these for a parental diary."
He opens the drawer and takes out a thick journal, the pages are fresh and smell new. The black leather is neatly polished a black ink pen is tucked in safely. She hands Luna back to Klaus and opens the diary, the first three pages are already filled. It's Klaus's handwriting, it's widely stretched and neatly written, Harry can almost feel the fondness from the pages alone. The pages are filled with everything she had experienced, their announcement to the family and an entry of today's page, the birth of my moon, he titled it, there is a picture of Luna attached from few moments ago when Harry was dead in her sleep, she is crying, her pale face burning red like a tomato and mouth widely open for a loud scream, she smiles to herself. Klaus pulls Luna into his chest, holding her in place with one of his arms as he uses the other to hold Harry's hands.
"This is all I've wanted. It's a present for you and one for her when she grows old enough." He says, softly.
"This is all I've wanted too, with you, with us." Harry replies back. Klaus leans in and places a quick kiss on her lips, not letting go of her hands. Harry has to go through more treatments before she can leave with Klaus and Luna.
When she reaches home, still dressed in a loose gown and messy hair, the whole family rushes towards her, Ivy being the first to reach. She coos at the baby and is quick to take Luna in her arms, announcing to everyone that she is officially the best aunt because she reached first, the rest whine. Klaus leaves Luna in the safety of his family and guides Harry to the sofa, holding her tight as she slowly settles down on the cushion, still experiencing a dull ache. The rest swarm around her like a bunch of moths around a lamp. Sera brings her food and Harry munches on them as she watches Luna being passed around the whole house, meeting new faces and new toys, interested more in the toys than the faces.
Just as Harry had known, it wasn't easy. Luna woke up crying at nights, didn't handle food well and was also weaker than she should be in her age. Just as Harry had also suspected, as her hair grew, it grew into a dark, dirty blonde shade. Neither Klaus nor Harriet could sleep at night, too busy soothing Luna to sleep.
It had become a habit for Harry to wake up at the slightest cry of Luna. She shuffled out of the bed, without disturbing Klaus, and ran to Luna to take care of her. These days, her crying has gotten louder and her arms weaker. Harry looked out to see the full moon, shining directly over Luna's head. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks were wet with a fresh pair of tears. The toys were flown across the room, Harry realises her child was a strong witch. As Luna came in contact with Harry's skin, her screams and cries die down and she opens her eyes.
Under the moonlight, one of her eyes burns golden and the other burns red, her tiny fangs on display. A heretic, Harry gasps, and also a mix of werewolf.
"Klaus!" She calls out. He jerks awake, jumping out of the bed to rush to Harry, all his attention directed on her face. "Look at her." His brows pull together and face scrunches up before he turns to look at Luna, all the uncertainty leaving his body as his eyes widen and jaw pops open.
"She… She is a hybrid like me." A hand slithers up to cover his mouth. "And an angel like you." They stare and admire her beauty and strength, The moonlight hitting them just right, making Harry's and Luna's hair glow. The next day, they invite the old witch back to check Luna up to make sure that she doesn't experience painful full moons and grows up with the right support.
Soon after her first full moon, Luna grows twice in size and intelligence, stronger and smarter than any kid her age. By age three, she almost reaches above Harry's waist. They can only stare in awe. She grows into a gorgeous young girl, sharing her features with Klaus more than she shares them with Harry. She is swift, fast and talks just like any adult would. She can lift heavier to heaviest weights for her age with an ease. Klaus seems to make the most out of it and trains her heavily before she has to take off for hogwarts. While Klaus teaches her how to survive in life, Harry teaches her how to live her life.
As Luna turns four, and of course more reliable and trustable than her mates as she states, Klaus gifts her with a companion of life. Elara, cutely shortened to El by Luna herself, a tiny black kitten who loves Luna's company more than the world. Like the moon revolves around earth, El revolves around Luna and goes wherever she does, Luna loves her just as much back. They become inseparable and as Luna grows in height, EL grows with her, her tiny mewls turning into confident 'meows' and protective hisses.
Unlike her childhood with the Dursleys, she fills the house with love and support. She fills the house with freshly baked pies and the kisses from her grandparents, she fills them with gifts from her uncles, with cuddles and stories at night and a strong determined, loving father. She fills them with cutely cut fruits in the morning and ice cream dates during the evening, with books and cushions and plushies and posters filling up her room. She fills them, not with pain or suffering or loneliness, but with the wonders of stars, the smell of fresh blooming flowers and a pillar for never ending curiosity. Klaus does too, he gifts her the love of an unconditionally loving mother and a father to support all of her little leaps and jumps unlike his own, He gifts her with the knowledge of life and the strength that she beholds, he gifts her with hugs and kisses and a firm hand on her back, a pat on her shoulder full of pride, and this mansion, of course, this mansion broken down to its core and ripped apart only to be built brick by brick, carefully placed against each other and painted with fondness by Harry and Klaus themself, only to echo of love, only to echo of joy, only to echo of bustling chatter that dulls into soft breaths at night, and the morning rises, the sun shines with a new hope and a new poem of love.
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