Part 1

Context: You are a Hartwell heiress, engulfed in a wealthy family at war with another family. For hundreds of years, the Hartwells and the McSheas have utilized vampire knights that are connected to the current head of either family. Samhiel, or Sammy, is your protective, possessive knight... he's also the father of your unborn child, and, needless to say, your family is not pleased with this development.

Setting: Hartwell Manor

Tags: [M4F][Yandere Vampire Knight Speaker][Blind Pregnant Listener][Dark Love][Knight x Heiress][Pregnant][VERY Possessive/Protective][Dominant][But Goofy][Cuddles][Spicy][Flirting][Jealous][CW: Mentions of Abuse/Prejudice]

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[Scene opens on the Hartwell Plantation]

[SFX: Outdoor ambiance]

[Sammy marches on to the Hartwell Plantation, still carrying you protectively. Even though you can’t see it, you can feel eyes on you]

[SFX: Lots of barking doggos]

“Oh lord, and here comes the pack. BOYS! Aye, we’re home, calm down!”

“Aye, boys! Boys! Easy, now!”

[A litany of dogs excitedly bound about the two of you, even as Sammy moves through them]

“Oy, give me a second, boys! Mama here needs some special attention from yours truly. I promise I’ll run you into the woods to hunt later!”

[SFX: Grumbly but obedient dogs]

“Hmhm, dogs. Gotta love ‘em, eh? Oh, of course, you, you’re practically marrying one.”

[He carries you across the plantation grounds, kicking the door to the manor open and carrying you upstairs]

[SFX: A door opening and someone being tossed gently on a bed]

“Here we are, love. Alley-oop! Haha, don’t cuss me, darling! I’m going to join you right… NOW!”

[You just dodge him as he tries to pin you. He laughs and scooches over]

“Getting faster, Little Miss. C’mon, sit up for me.”

[You do so. He sits at your side, lips idly kissing your shoulder]

“Good to be home, Little Miss.”

[Pause]

[He sighs]

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten the massive problem facing us… You know, you being a pureblooded Hartwell and the rest of the family expecting a pure human baby. Not a half-human, half…monstrosity.”

[Pause]

[He purrs as you pet his crown]

“I know, I know you don’t think I’m a monster… but, whatever I am, I ain’t human, and that’s a problem for you upper crusts, right? The kind of people that are gonna turn up their noses at a half-blooded baby…”

[Pause…]

“... I don’t know if I can stomach letting another man… Even after this one is born. Makes my blood hiss like serpents, makes my godamned heart tear in two, makes… makes me want to KILL!”

[SFX: Magical flares]

[The tattoos on his back flare with crimson energy briefly until you rest your hand on his head and he calms]

[Pause]

[He sighs]

“Forgive me, mistress. I didn’t mean to act out and let your precious magic go to waste. I accept any punishment you see fit, as your eternally faithful knight.”

[Pause]

[He snorts and shakes his head]

“Fine… I’ll happily cook you some delightful beignets, my love. With enough powdered sugar to choke a baker!”

[...]

“...I know they want an heir. A proper pureblooded heir to carry on the Hartwell legacy. But if they just gave me more time to try and cure this, I swear I can-!”

[...]

[Sammy looks away, eyes burning red]

“... it’s not that easy. It’s not as easy for me to just say “It’s for the good of the family”, and then stomach the idea of someone… touching you like I do. It ain’t right… makes me fucking sick. I get it, OK, I do. The Hartwell family has a long history of masters and vampire knights working in tandem to keep the McShea family from taking over. Godamnit, the families have been fighting since the Dark Ages, can’t this shit just be done with?!”

[Pause]

“Aw, lass… Feeling a touch ill? Here, have one of these little ginger chews. They help with the queasiness.”

[SFX: A wrapper unwrapping]

“C’mon. Open up. Oh, you’re gonna be like that, hm? Alright, then I’m just gonna pop it in my mouth like this, roll it up nicely in my tongue, and…”

[He grips your face and gently squeezes your cheeks until your lips part, pushing his tongue, and the ginger chew, into your mouth]

“Mmh… mwah. Medicine goes down easier with some sugar, hm? Hehe. Ow! Little Miss, c’mon…”

[You kiss him back and he giggles again, legs swaying giddily]

“Hmm… you’re so cute. I still remember teasing you for being a chubby little cub when we were kids and then having to eat my words throughout puberty while I followed you around, hopelessly in love, hehe. Got me good, didn’t you, baby girl?”

[Pause]

[He rests a hand on your stomach]

“...I love you, Little Miss.”

[Pause]

“I know you love me, too… that’s why I need more time, OK? You can ask Daddy Dearest for that much, r-right? I’ve done enough work for the man off the clock that he could at least throw me a bone… Then again, I think he hates us being together more than he hates the tax collectors and that is SAYING SOMETHING, lemme tell ya!”

[You pull him close and he does his standard act of grumbling and nuzzling]

“...Little Miss?”

[Pause?]

“...you trust me, right?”

[Pause]

“Good. You know that anything I do, I do for you, for our little one… right?”

[Pause]

“No, nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. Just trying to soothe the nerves. I get…nightmares about losing you, every damned night, and I’m doing all I can to make sure that that never happens. You’re mine, and that ain’t changing, alright?”

[You pet his long hair, occasionally plucking a rogue bit of bone from it]

“Mmh… my Little Miss… so hard to not be intense as sin around you, you know that? You’re all I think about, all I dream about, and I can’t lie here and say that it’s not absolute bliss to know we’re expecting… Only sensed it sitting in that execution chamber. It’s why I was so giddy, hehe… Could’ve chosen a better time and place, but… that smile when you heard the news, even thinking I was joking… It gives me life.”

[Pause]

“Hmm… That’s… something else we need to talk about, Little Miss…”

[Pause?]

“... You know that y’all found me nearly dead in the woods and took me in when I was real young. And you know that, while I said I didn’t remember anything at the time, I later admitted to being a McShea knight that got left for dead. If your father finds out, if… anyone finds out… I’ll lose you, baby girl. It has to be known before we get in another scuffle with the McShea’s knight and the truth comes out. I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to confess in a way that won’t tear me from you, but I… I can’t…”

[You take his hand and gently squeeze it]

“You… wanna tell him together? Little Miss, are you sure? I know he… makes you uncomfortable. Damn near lost it the last time he tore into you… I’d call him a son of a bitch, but Granny Jojo was a saint.”

[Pause]

“Hmm, you are good to me. Much better than Hackitt is to Wraith… poor bastard.”

[Pause]

“Hey, now, don’t be sad on his behalf. One, he chooses to do a lot of bad shit on his own, two, it makes me jealous.”

[Pause]

[He smiles, looking up at you as though in a dream]

“You wait, love. When I’m not a monster anymore, I’ll be the perfect husband, and our child won’t have to live under the scrutiny of a bunch of old fogeys and their prejudice.”

[Pause]

“Aye, a nap sounds nice. May I lie here in your lap, love? Pretty please.”

[Pause]

[He grins that wide Cheshire grin up at you]

“Sweetest dreams to the sweetest dream of mine.”

[To be continued]

Note: I still couldn't decide if this mad lad was Irish or Southern so I've decided he's just an Irish boy that got raised in the South and now he's Sirish.