Don't own the characters!
My wonderful new friend Emma had me in stitches of laughter inspiring this little run of one-shots, basically following on from A Magical Day - this is the life of our vampire families.
Like Chosen One-shots, these may vary from smutty to funny to fluffy with little rhyme or reason, and I'll be open to prompts. May not be perfectly linear - they are one-shots. The main difference being Chosen One-shots are Harry/Vlad and all about the slash, this is basically a big pile of heterosexuality.
If you haven't read A Magical Day the main pair is Harry/Ingrid, with a side of Vlad/Erin and all four of them are vampires now.
-YDHP-
Hanging up the heavy curtains that would stop he and his wife being dusted when they checked on their son (after he was born), Harry stepped back and admired the nursery. Dean Thomas, one of his Gryffindor friends from Hogwarts, had been honoured to be asked to help decorate and had sketched an amazing mural on the wall. Castles surrounded by the night sky, prowling wolves and vampires in an excellent likeness of himself and Ingrid. There were bats silhouetted on the moon, and the rest of the walls were dark greens and browns, forest themed. The furniture was nearly all black and red, but that was Ingrid's game so Harry wasn't about to argue. There were still four months to go, his beautiful wife only five months along. The wife in question, Ingrid, was staring down into the crib. The look on her face wasn't promising, so Harry carefully approached. Ingrid loved him, he knew that with certainty but she still struggled with emotions at times, especially pregnant and he didn't want to scare her away.
"Ingrid? Are you alright love?" She didn't run away, so Harry felt safe to wrap his arms around her waist carefully, resting over the bump where their son was growing. "What's wrong?" Ingrid didn't answer immediately, but he could feel the tension in her body that said she was trying. "I'm scared." "Of what?" "Not being a good mother." "Why on earth would you think that? I for one already know you'll be amazing." Ingrid turned in his arms then, forcing him to step back a little to accommodate her bump. "My mother was never around, so I don't really have any kind of role model to go on." "Ingrid, have you forgotten who you're married to?" She looked up at him then, clearly confused. "Not last I checked, why?" "I have no parents, and I'm scared too. But this baby was made from the purest love I have ever known, and I know in my heart - whether it beats or not - that we will do our best for this child." Understanding flooded the silvery blue eyes Harry desperately hoped their son would inherit, and her eyes dropped. "I'm sorry, that was hardly fair of me." Pushing her chin back up gently, Harry kissed his wife softly. "I don't want you spending every minute of every day thinking about how my parents are dead. I don't even do that anymore."
Mindful not to crush her, Harry pulled Ingrid closer to him and kissed her temple. "I love you." "I love you too" was just audible, barely a whisper but he had his enhanced vampire hearing now. Feeling the shift in Ingrid that he knew what would follow, he hastened to grab her hand and pull her to their room. "Not in the nursery, we promised remember?" Ingrid smirked up at him, vulnerability gone as she commanded the very extensive powers of seduction she exuded. Every inch of her was enough to make Harry weak in the knees, rushing to feel skin on skin as they shed their 'decorating' clothes. Ingrid stretched out in their coffin, the way she knew made Harry groan with want. Torn between the pale arch of her neck, the peaks of her breasts and the curve of her abdomen, Harry felt his fangs drop and pulse with desire. "There's the fire I wanted, get in here wizard boy."
Hurrying to comply, Harry climbed into their double coffin and rolled Ingrid to her side to take the weight off her back, kissing her and tracing the body he knew better than his own with his fingers. He'd expected her to want slow, reaffirming and emotional but found himself mistaken as Ingrid straddled him, pinning her body down and smirking as he reached automatically for her stomach. "You like having this mark on me don't you?" There was no point lying, Harry nodded. "I love it. I love that we made a child together and that it's growing inside you, I love that there is something that will literally be both of us alive and in the world. Most of all, I love you." Ingrid smiled then, not a smirk or a seductive grin, a pure genuine smile that made Harry feel the echo of a heartbeat. Encouraging her to rise up, Harry reached between them, finding her wet and ready for him as he guided himself into place.
Every time was better than the first time, knowing the others body better and falling a little bit more in love each day. Not wanting to risk hurting her, Harry made shallow thrusts up and down, loving the feeling of being inside her more than anything else. Ingrid moaned and whimpered above him, moving in sync with him and bracing her hands against his and the side of their coffin. He could see the sharp points, her fangs elongating as she lost control of her body and it made him burn. Careful to support her weight, Harry shuffled back to lean in a sitting position, lifting his knees for Ingrid to lean back against so he could thrust harder into her. The change in pace was clearly welcome, Ingrid's eyes flashing red as he licked his thumb and rubbed at her nipple, taking advantage of the new sensitivity of her changing body. "Fuck Ingrid, you're so hot, so beautiful." Her nails dug into his chest, a sign he knew well as he moved faster, rubbing and stroking and teasing every spot he knew until Ingrid clenched and fluttered around him, shaking against his body as she came. His body could never resist the call of hers, arching up and spilling into her as white light filled his vision. She whimpered as he came inside her, aftershocks rocking her body until he felt steady enough to help her out of his lap.
Nuzzling at her neck as he spooned behind her, Harry pressed kisses along the pale shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I meant what I said earlier Ingrid, you're going to be an amazing mother." "Mmm, shut up and go to sleep before I cut out your tongue." Smiling as he clicked his fingers to close their coffin, Harry drifted off contently. There was the Ingrid he knew and loved.
-YDHP-
There you go Emma, your idea has come to fruition!