My Salvation
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Summary: turning human for both y/n and Damon was a big change, and they were happy with the outcome and their marriage. A particular morning however changes their futures forever, and they’d have had it no other way
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of smut, nudity, pregnancy, mentions of death and murder, suggestive flirting, mourning, slight bit of blood, mentions past vampirism
Word Count: 1763
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In all his years, Damon Salvatore never believed that he was worthy of being loved. And now decades later, he was lulling in the luxury of it, a smile on his peaceful face as a hand attempted to drag him out of bed. A nonchalant sigh fell from helpless lips, giving Damon an opportunity to peak an eye open to watch y/n amount to her struggle. It was rather adorable, she rolled her shoulders back as she turned back to him, catching him peeping at her from the angle in which he was laid. "Dammit, get up Damon!" He hummed in reply, turning over so that his bare back was facing her.
One thing she had to get used to was seeing the skin in which she had scratched with her nails still burdened by the marks; it brought them to the reality that he was now human once again and no longer had to suffer the consequences of not being so. She spouted his name from her lips once more, before she huffed and stalked out of the room. Once she did Damon rolled over again, hissing at the sensation of putting pressure on the scratch marks again, it was certainly something that he had to get used to.
Begrudgingly, knowing that y/n would be frustrated with him (and not in a good way) if he didn't eventually get up, he did so, padding out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where she was working over the stove. The smell of bacon and eggs hit his nose, finally after all this time making his stomach rumble. That sound alone alerted y/n that Damon had finally admitted to her that he was awake by bringing his presence outside of the bedroom, and thus she began to speak before she turned around to get a look at him. "Could you pass me the- dick."
A cocky smirk flowed onto Damon's face as he noticed that her gaze had dropped to below his v line, and as he stalked closer, wrapping his arms around her, the appendage that she had named pressing into the back of her thigh. "If you want my dick all you gotta do is say." He whispered in her ear over her shoulder, though to his dismay, she batted him away, causing the man to groan at the action. He slumped against one of the cupboards, not ashamed in the slightest by baring his all to her, the blinds were still drawn so that was one less thing to worry.
"Go put some clothes on or I'm going to burn our breakfast." Y/n pointed back to their joint room of slumber, cocking her brow at her husband when he chose not to move an inch. "Now, or I'll make sure that you have no yolks." That seemed to have an affect on him as he made another adamant sound but nevertheless followed her instruction. As he walked into the bedroom, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the top of the dresser, walking over to the bed to make it. On the white sheets there appeared to be indicators of blood that had spawned from the indents of his back; he'd put it in the washing machine later, for now he smiled, knowing that he was not invincible.
The sight when he returned was a dream, his wife was plating up the red hot food cautiously as to not burn herself, sliding the eggs that still maintained their yolks as a promise of her earlier threat onto the porcelain saucers, carrying them over towards the table of two. A smile now appeared onto her face from seeing him rather than a scowl, and she walked over to him, putting her hands on his hips as she leant up for a supple kiss. "Now it's finally a good morning." She whispered cheekily against his lips earning a mandatory eye roll from her partner.
"Still would have been one if you'd let me eat what I was intending to." He raised his brows suggestively, going to say more but she stopped him from doing so by covering his mouth with her hand which was adorned with a band around her marriage finger. Damon couldn't allow her to silence him and thus he swiped his tongue out, scathing her palm with the saliva that rested upon the verbal muscle, causing her to retract it and wipe the residue off on his shirt that she was wearing as a remainder of the night before.
"Did you just lick my hand?" She gasped, trying not to laugh at the accomplished look that had fallen over his face. Damon laughed at her outburst, unable to contain his amusement and happiness, as he sturdied her by putting his hand either side of her stomach, making her freeze up and her eyes widen from the contact. It caused the man in the marriage to frown, already having an idea of what was going on behind the scenes. Not to mention, the storm of a food that she had been cooking up regularly.
"Yeah, I did. Totally sexy right?" He spoke with a light and inquisitive tone, y/n visibly gulped, looking Damon in the eyes. This, or at least what he thought this was was something that he had never had the heart to imagine, as a vampire he could not reproduce which at the time was a relief as he'd probably have a thousand kids wondering the earth if that was not the case, but now that both his and y/n's lives had settled down, he felt like he had waited all of his life for this. Marriage was the first step back in his day, and then this usually came next.
"Totally." She answered in a whisper before clearing her throat and escaping his harmless grasp, turning back to the breakfast that she had set up. "We should probably eat before the food gets cold, I'm kinda hungry." Damon could eat in honesty as well, though his concentration had shifted and landed on the same thing that it always did; y/n. And so before she sat down, he wrapped his arms around her from behind again, placing his hands directly upon her stomach, fixating her like a statue underneath his grip.
"I think you're both hungry." He perceived, pressing a kiss to her hairline and pulling a seat out for her to sit in, and she complied, doing so with a frown on her face. Damon took his place opposite her, a smile on his face as he felt her gaze burning deviously into him. "I'm not stupid y/n/n.” She made a noise that made it sound like she disagreed, but he carried on speaking anyways. "I notice little things about you, how much you eat, when your period is, I've even seen you in the mirror touching your stomach for the last week. And-"
"How do you feel about it Damon?" She asked, reaching out to grip his hand, as though she were pleading for an answer that would leave them both happy. "Because I've dreamt of the day that I became a mother since I was a little girl, and when Caroline took on Jo and Alaric's twins I wished that for us, but then it was impossible. You were dead, I was dead, there was no life to be made by the one that we lived together, but now we're alive and have this chance to bring life into the world and give back to all the ones that we've taken. This feels like some sick joke, but it's real, and I am really happy honey."
"So am I." He grabbed y/n's other hand, his arms entirely stretched over the table, avoiding the cooling food of course. "It gives me a chance to be a father better than my own, to not destroy someone I love like I've done my whole life. There is one thing I want to ask though, if they're a boy, can we call him Stefan?" Tears stung his eyes as he said the name, and so did y/n's from hearing it, both of them thinking of his ultimate sacrifice. Y/n profusely nodded as a tear dropped down her face as she thought of her friend and deceased brother in law, showcasing a saddened smile onto her face.
"And if it's a girl we can call her Stephanie." She spoke with a pained laugh, giving Damon's hand a supportive squeeze, forgetting all about the food between them. Y/n looked down at her stomach, releasing Damon's hands to touch her yet to stretch stomach, stroking along the fabric that covered it. "You hear that little one? You're going to be named after a great man that saved all of us, without him you nor us would be here. We have him to thank for all of this." Damon dropped out of his seat, kneeling before his wife and unborn child.
"I know you probably can't hear us yet but I want you to know that you've given our human lives a reason. And time and time again I would trade any sense of immortality to be right here, if I could do it all over I would. You're my salvation, and a legacy for my little brother who I wish could eventually meet you. He's probably looking down on us right now, a smile on his face, and I know that he wouldn't have traded his sacrifice either. He got to see your aunt Elena again for a short split second and watch your cousins Josie and Lizzie grow up for many years, and he made sure that your aunt Caroline loved him. That was the most important part, and I'd do the same for you and your mother without question."
"Salvation huh?" Y/n asked, her smile spreading wider as she reached down with one hand to stroke through Damon's bleak locks. "Kinda sounds a lot like Salvatore, don't you think?" And y/n knew that from the start to the end that both Salvatores had been her own salvation, they had saved her, and when there were no more turns to go down, they had decided to change her, elongating their time together. It was comforting to be aware that her and Damon were to spend the rest of their lives together, and whilst it was not forever like they had promised each other, it was their new forever that would continue until they both stopped breathing.
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