Like a cockroach, Always Survives

181. Damon Salvatore | 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.