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braveclementine · 8 months ago

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Damon x reader pt. 5

Warnings: Self-harm (starving self by not drinking blood), angst, fluff

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

Months passed. Damon and I both had lost hope that the others were going to find us. It was possible, as Mr. Laritate had said they had a witch working for them, that she- or he- had blocked the ability for Bonnie to track us.

The last hope would be if Caroline or Stefan went down to New Orleans and advocated to them that I was in trouble and if Freya could find us. I wasn't sure if she'd be able to or not. She was the most powerful witch in the world, but still, tracking spells were simple, whether you were powerful or not. The power would be if she could break past the witch who kept us here block spell or not.

If that even worked. I wasn't a witch so I had no idea what was possible and what was not. But I knew, from everything that we'd gone through, that everything had a loophole.

There was also the alarming bump that had broken out on my stomach. The minute it had started to show, the doctors had taken me in for exams to see if I truly was pregnant.

After the tests were done, there were several things that were concluded. The first was that I was indeed pregnant. The second was that I was about three months pregnant and we had been captive for five. This meant that either the child grew slower than a human baby, or I hadn't gotten pregnant until two months after my captivity. The third was that vervain could no longer be used as a weapon against me, so they threatened Damon instead.

Damon was taken away from me, leaving me in the room by myself. The vervain had been taken off the floor three months ago, leaving the only other room the bathroom so we could take care of needs. And we were given two cups of blood everyday.

The vervain was replaced after Damon was taken, but not on the entire floor. There was still a small path that I could take that would lead me to the bathroom without causing me pain.

I cried when Damon was taken. I knew why he had been taken- both as a means of blackmail to keep me from hurting anyone, and also because of what happened to the last vampire couple. The male vampire had ripped the mates heart out and then his own.

But I knew Damon wouldn't do it. And I cried for him, I screamed for him, I wanted him so badly.

So I did the only thing I could, I started to harm myself.

There wasn't anything I could really do, as there was nothing sharp in the room, though I supposed I could've broken the bedposts and stabbed myself with a makeshift wooden stake. But instead, I starved myself.

It was hard, they left the glasses of blood on the bedside table. I grew weaker and the doctors became frantic, knowing that the baby needed blood just as much as me. They advocated to Mr. Laritate and finally, after two weeks, Damon was thrown back into the room.

He was in fine condition and he cried out when he saw how I was. He was quickly behind me in an instant, pulling me into a sitting position before grabbing one of the glasses of blood, lifting it to my lips.

With Damon back, my will was back as well. I dutifully opened my mouth, swallowing the blood. Despite my hunger urges, I drank calmly, not in a rush because I didn't want to feel sick or bloated from to much blood.

After about six glasses, Damon stopped forcing me to drink, wrapping both arms around me, hugging me to his chest. "Don't do that again. Please Y/N, I can't. . . don't do that."

"I just wanted you back." I murmured, holding his arm that was wrapped around my chest.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." He whispered, pressing his lips to my hair. "Everything is going to be okay."

The baby continued to grow at an almost normal rate and the doctors made careful observations over the next month and two weeks.

The bump was becoming rather large and the doctors were debating whether I should be removed from the room to run X-rays again to see if I had twins or not. The idea of having one child, an unknown child, was scary enough. The thought of having two was positively frightening and I often woke up in the middle of the night, crying.

I was terrified that these children would turn out to be monsters. Like the way they're portrayed in Twilight. Absolutely beautiful, but unable to grow and learn, killing entire villages in one night. I could only imagine them with red eyes and black hair, looking like a mix between Damon and Klaus.

Damon was a source of comfort, telling me that he would always be by my side, no matter what happened.

And Damon, bless his heart, really wanted the child. He liked petting my stomach before he fell asleep at night, whispering sweet things to the child inside. Maybe he thought the baby could hear him and I knew that babies- supernatural or not- could hear parents voices on the outside.

His love for the child made me hope it wasn't an evil thing like I was expecting it to be, but I feared that he was truly going to get hurt loving the child.

My only source of comfort was Hope, Niklaus and Hayley's child. But even she was different because she was the one and only tribrid- vampire, werewolf, and witch. This child was pure vampire.

Damon and I were fast asleep one night. I was laying on my back- having a baby bump made any other position awkward and weird- while Damon laid on his side, facing me, one arm wrapped around my back, the other resting on the bump.

We woke up to screaming. I flailed around, trying to sit up while Damon crouched protectively in front of my figure.

"Dae. . ." I was terrified, grabbing the back of his shirt like I had in the library oh so long ago.

"It's okay." Damon murmured, "I won't let anyone hurt you."

We waited, hearing the sounds of gun shots, shouts, screams, and crashes sounding upstairs. Eventually, we could also smell the stench of blood.

At that moment, the door was thrown open, revealing a frantic Mr. Laritate and his two guards.

"Grab her." Mr. Laritate snarled and the two guards moved in to get us. They weren't holding guns, but wooden stakes and I could smell that they were laced with vervain.

Damon growled, pulling his lips back, revealing his fangs, veins popping up around his eyes. And then, there was a gasp and the guards spun around. Damon yanked their hearts out through their back and I peeked over his shoulder to see Mr. Laritate's stunned face before falling on it.

Behind him, standing with Mr. Laritate's heart in hand, was Elijah. He dropped the heart in distaste, lifting his fingers to lick the warm blood on it. I felt my own veins pop up and went to jump at the dead body but Damon held me fast.

"Elijah." Damon warned. Elijah was on the bed in a flash, his non-bloody hand, taking my face so that I was looking in his eyes.

"She's been turned?" Elijah asked, though I thought it was obvious. The smell of blood was intoxicating, filling my every fiber. It was better than the blood they had given us which meant that it had been some sort of animal blood. No wonder Damon hadn't liked it much.

"Obviously." Damon gasped, struggling to keep me in his arms.

Elijah forced me to look him in the eye and said, "Sleep."

My eye lids went heavy, my body stopped jerking, and I fell fast asleep.

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I woke up feeling peaceful and warm, though there was also a slight breeze along my skin. I blinked open my eyes, taking in the dark paneled ceiling above me, along with a precariously placed chandelier that would crush my sleeping body should it accidentally fall.

The four poster bed was much grander than the one in the yacht, though this one didn't have the hanging curtains around it.

I sat up, taking in the rest of Damon's bedroom, with the full-length mirror beside the bed, the armchair in the corner of the room, stacks of books around it. The door to the bathroom was wide open and dark, revealing that there was nothing and no one in it.

The balcony doors had been left open, letting in the light wind that I had felt. The sun was low in the sky, indicating that it would soon be nighttime. The light did not hurt my eyes and I felt a sense of peace, being back in the Salvatore Boarding House.

I sat up gingerly, starving for both normal food and blood. I swung my legs around to the side, my feet hitting the floor with an un-vampire like thud. But that was probably not being used to actually moving like a vampire, and the extra weight of being a bloated pregnant woman.

In a flash, Elijah was in the room, having come from seemingly nowhere but I could hear quiet voices downstairs and assumed that everyone was down there.

"Elijah." I murmured, walking towards him, leaning my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly. For once, he wasn't in a suit. He was wearing blue jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a green jacket.

"I'm good, I think." I pulled back from the hug, running a hand over the smooth yet rough fabric of the jacket, "Where's your nine thousand dollar suit?"

He chuckled, "I just needed one day to relax was all."

"How's Hayley?" I asked.

"She's in New Orleans with Hope." Elijah answered. "She's doing well."

"Good." I said with a smile and then sighed, "How is. . . how is Damon?"

"Worried about you." Elijah admitted. "But I'm sure he'll want to talk to you, now that you're awake."

"Can you tell me what happened?" I questioned.

Elijah nodded. "When you didn't return from the game show, Stefan had Bonnie try a tracking spell on both Damon and you. When it didn't work, they assumed that a witch was blocking you two. There had also been reports about the game show and something about an 'acid room'."

I flinched, shuddering at the memories. Elijah put a soothing hand on my arm. "Anyways, Caroline and Stefan came down and asked Freya if she could track you down. Freya said she would have to find the last spot you docked, but we weren't sure if you were still on the yacht or if they would've taken you off so Freya had to travel many different spots till we could find you. And then, once she tracked you down, Niklaus, Kol, Davina, Freya, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Alaric, Marcel, Rebekah, and I came for you and Damon. I think Niklaus had a bit too much fun."

I laughed lightly, imagining Nik ripping the guards heads off and laughing, then said, "All of you came for us?"

Elijah smiled a little, "Damon might not be my favorite person on Earth, but we Mikelsons consider you one of our own and we're quite protective of you. Same goes with your friends. And of course, Caroline asked Niklaus and he can't say no to her."

I laughed outright. "Yes, you're quite right about that."

My stomach growled and I frowned, "Is that supposed to happen?"

Elijah chuckled, "Come on. I think Bonnie and Caroline made you food."

Indeed, I could smell a mixture of scrambled eggs, sausage, and blood from downstairs along with Elena complaining about the blood.

I sighed. "Elena's here?"

Elijah judged my face and then said, "Well, not anymore."

I looked at him, confused.

"Stefan just took her out of the house." Elijah explained with a small smile. "He heard you."

I flushed, feeling guilty, "Oh."

"Don't worry, anyone that might've told her didn't hear." Elijah continued.

I walked down the stairs, Elijah helping me as he seemed afraid that I might fall down because of my stomach. I admit, it probably was possible. I didn't need Kol to make jokes about the first clumsy vampire in history.

Entering the kitchen, I saw smiling faces shining back at me. The table was actually set for a lot of people, food on all the plates, blood in only some of the cups for the vampires.

Caroline, Niklaus, Kol, Davina, Freya, Bonnie, Marcel, Rebekah, and Elijah all sat down at their seats and I quickly sat between Nik and Elijah. There was an open spot, probably for Damon, but it wasn't filled.

Bonnie sent me the slightest of head shakes so I didn't ask about his lack of presence.

I ate quickly, scarfing down the food without thoughts to anyone else, downed the blood, and then sat back from the table and asked, "Where's Damon?"

"Outside." Bonnie said quietly, "I'll take you."

I stood up, following Bonnie out the back doors, across the patio, and into the forest.

"How is he?" I asked immediately, not bothering to care if we were out of earshot of the others or not.

"He's okay. Worried about you mostly. And the baby you're carrying." Bonnie looked down at the bump protruding from my stomach. "He had me run some tests when you were asleep. They look like they'll be very normal, a bit like Hope. We're not sure about diet yet, but as normal vampires can eat both human food and blood, the babies will probably do the same."

"Babies. As in, multiple babies?" I asked in surprise.

"Twins." Bonnie said with a smile. "I'm keeping the gender a secret."

I nodded, "Okay, that's alright."

"I'll leave you here, he's just a few more feet away." Bonnie said, turning back to go back towards the house. We really hadn't gone far.

"Bonnie!" I called after her and she turned back, her black hair bobbing on her shoulders, "Yes, Y/N?"

"Thank you. For trying to find us and helping get us out." I replied.

She smiled, her pearly whites shining in contrast to her chocolate skin. "You're welcome Y/N. Now go take care of your man. He's very lucky."

I flushed, "I'm the lucky one."

My man. Damon was my man.

Or was he?

I continued on and found Damon leaning against a tree, running a finger over a carving. "Hey." I whispered.

"Hi." He whispered back, turning his head to look at me, "You look good."

I flushed again. "Do you still. . . would you still like to be with me?"

Okay. That was very blunt and straight-forward. Maybe it was the nerves.

Damon turned, leaving the tree behind, one hand reaching out to cup my face, while the other went into his jean pocket.

"Y/N, I've always wanted to be with you. And those months on the yacht have only strengthened those feelings. But I need to have you properly, do you understand?"

I stared into his pleading blue eyes and I found myself confused. Properly? Like, make me his girlfriend?

He smirked at my confused face, the pleading gone, the cockiness back. But I could still see a little bit of hesitation in his eyes.

I was still confused, at least until he pulled out the small box in his pocket and knelt on his knee. I felt my mind go blank at this.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Damon asked. He flipped back the top lid and I saw the [Silver/Gold] band of a ring, with a large [Your favorite gem] sitting on top of the band. There were a few, smaller [same Jem] imbedded in the ring and the entire thing seemed to shimmer in the sun.

Was this actually happening? How had I gone from thinking he might actually hate me to him proposing to me. And then the thought struck me.

"Is it the baby?" I asked. "Are you only asking to marry me because of the baby?"

"No." Damon said. "I'm asking you to marry me because I love you. Because you can make me smile no matter how crappy of a day I've had. Because you accept me with my flaws and quirks and you don't try to change me. Because you have a beautiful personality, inside and out. Because I love the way your E/C eyes light up when you see a baby animal or because you're having an amazing day. I love the way that you want to confide everything in me and because I love that you love me. I want to marry you."

"Yes." I breathed, taken aback by the small speech that had just exited from his mouth. I loved him. I wanted to be with him.

I held out my left hand, letting him slide the beautiful ring onto my ring finger. He then kissed the back of my hand before standing up, sliding both hands onto my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

The cursed baby bump stopped the both of us from being super close, but we tried anyways. I could taste bourbon and mint and pancakes on his lips and he chuckled and said, "Sausage? I thought you preferred bacon."

"It changes from day to day." I murmured. "Are you ready to go back up to the house?"

"Eager to show off the ring, are you?" He smirked.

I cocked my head to the side at that moment, "Why did they serve me breakfast at dinner?"

The sun was indeed setting and I had forgotten for a moment that as it was night, we should've had dinner.

"It was Caroline's suggestion that you have something light as you first woke up."

"Oh." I replied, relaxing. "And no, not the ring, the fact that you're finally mine."

"Yes I am." Damon said, kissing my cheek, taking my hand, and we vampire sped back to the house.

Of course, there would be problems after that. We would have to deal with the rest of the higher ups that would come after our children, but for now, we were safe. We were together. We were in love. We could go to bed every night and make passionate love without having to feel like we had to do it to get out of somewhere.

And of course, four months and two weeks later, [one boy-one girl, two girls, two boys] were born and we named them. . .

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