#DAMON-SALVATORE
Pairings: Damon x Reader
Status: Married
Storyline: You lived with Damon in a small house. One night, you had unexpected visitors and Damon joked about draining their blood.
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You were cooking for two when the phone rang. You pick it up and frown at the number ID. "Hello? I was cooking- yes, he's in the shower. Okay."
"Who was that?" You look up at Damon who was buckling his belt. His black shirt was hanging on his shoulder, fuck he's hot.
"I can't believe I married that, what a hunk." You walk towards him and wrap your arms around his neck.
"And, I can't believe I married you. I can't believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you realize that we're going to be together for eternity, right?" He says making you laugh.
You take his shirt and put it on him. "Usually, you take my clothes off. That's strange," he frowns but smirks.
"Shut up." Just then there was a knock on the door. His head raised.
"Now, who's that?"
"My parents. I know, it's unexpected but they were in town and wanted to meet the man that makes my heart flutter around."
He sighs. You and Damon eloped, and your parents were really mad about it. They thought it was his idea but it was yours and they wouldn't listen to you. Ever since you and your parents had a bad relationship. You didn't find it fair since they never met the guy.
Damon with his vampire speed opened the front door.
"Mr&Mrs. Y/L/N, welcome."
You roll your eyes and speed walk towards the voices. "Marcus, Eleanor." Once they were in the house, you introduced the man by your side. "This is Damon Salvatore, my husband." You emphasized the word, 'husband'.
"It's a lovely home, you built up Y/N."
"Actually, Damon built it from the ground." You explain while you serve the entrance.
"It must not be very safe, then." Your father says back, as you sigh and let his plate drop in front of him. "MANNERS."
You fought the urge not to rip his head off, after all, he was your father. Damon comes in with a towel and cleans up the mess you did with the soup. "I'm sorry," you whisper so only Damon can hear.
"It's okay, I got it." He replies back in the same whisper.
The dinner was pretty fast. Your mother kept eating without saying a word or a sound. "Damian, right?"
"Oh, you know his name!" You yell.
"Damon. What are you doing for a living?"
"I own a bar, and I work as a mechanic with my brother Stefan," Damon answered with the most human surreal voice you've ever heard.
"You married a man who owns a bar? What a waste of your life!" Your father yelled at you, while your mom just sat there. You bite the inside of your cheek, a little bit too hard since you could taste the metal taste of blood in your mouth. Damon smelled it, he motioned toward the kitchen.
"I hate him, I'm so sorry Damon. I never wanted this to happen, I'm so happy and he just has to ruin my life!" You say once you spat all the blood from your mouth.
Damon takes a towel and cleans your face. Then, cleans the wet glasses. He throws the rag on his shoulder smirking and that look you like him to do with his blue icy eyes. "What do you say we drain every last drop of blood in their bodies?"
You laugh and shake your head. "Damon!"
"I'm kidding! But, I did really think about it, maybe once. Or twice? Okay, no. I thought about it ever since he stepped foot in this lovely house of ours." You smile and kiss him.
"I love you Damon Salvatore, but how about we just kick them out of our house?"
"Deal."
