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Damon Salvatore ~ Bruises

A/N: I know I'm doing a lot of Damon, but I try to do others, and they don't turn out good.

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Includes: Mention of abuse, blood, and partial nudity

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*Mystic Falls, Virginia; 1859*

"Y/N! Y/N, come quick!" Stefan cried as he ran into the Salvatore kitchen where Y/N was cooking lunch. The woman looked down at the cute 12-year-old that was the little brother of her husband. Y/N tilted her head to the side to gesture for Stefan to continue. "It's Damon! I broke Father's watch, and he got mad, but Damon said it was him and --" the light brunette rambled, but Y/N shushed him calmly. She knelt to Stefan's short height and brushed some hair away from his face.

"It'll be okay, Stefan. Come here," Y/N opened her arms, and Stefan ran into them. He buried his head in her apron and held in tears. "Come on. Let's have lunch, okay?"

"But what about Damon -- "

"Damon will be fine. He's a big boy and can't get hurt, remember?" Stefan smiled at the soothing words and nodded with a small smile. The two walked over to the table where Y/N served them lunch.

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Y/N was loosening her corset to change into her PJs and head to bed even though she would wait for Damon like she always did. The door to Damon's bedroom creaked open, and Y/N saw her beautiful husband enter through her mirror. "Hey, baby," she greeted him, trying to ignore the bloody bruises on his face.

"Hey," Damon mumbled and set the vest he had taken off on a chair. He walked over to Y/N and helped her untie her corset strings. Once it was loose enough, she removed it and sighed in relief that her waist didn't have to be pressured anymore. The young girl folded her clothes as she got dressed, with Damon doing the same. His slacks had some dirt on them, along with a few drops of blood on the collar of his white shirt.

When the Salvatore brother slid his shirt off his arms, he grunted while Y/N held in a gasp. It had never been this bad before. She knew how abusive Damon's father was, and she helped treat his injuries after, but this was horrific. With bruises planted across his ribs, arms, and face, along with a large scrap across his cheek, it was worse than she'd ever seen it.

"Damon," Y/N whimpered, and Damon looked up from removing his trousers to see her worried eyes.

"I'm fine," he lied.

"Come here," she walked over to the bed, and Damon followed.

"We gotta get ready for bed --"

"It can wait," Y/N argued and opened the side table drawer. Damon sighed when she pulled out the usual bandages and ointment she stored in their room. She grabbed a nearby towel and made her husband lay down next to her. 

She started at his torso, placing small amounts of ointment on the towel and patting the bruises so they would heal faster. She made her way across his arms, and lastly was his face. It was the worst out of everything and would be hard to hide from Stefan, but Y/N had confidence in herself. Her, nor Damon, wanted Stefan to see what Giuseppe was capable of. All the younger brother knew was that his father had anger issues no more than that.

When Y/N finished healing the cut almost completely and put ointment on the last of his bruises she sat them both up. She would steal ice tomorrow morning before anyone is awake in hopes that the black and blue marks on Damon's face would fade. "Thank you, Mrs. Salvatore," the brunette purred, and Y/N smiled softly, brushing some of his wavy hair away from his face.

"You're welcome, Mr. Salvatore," she sealed their conversation with a kiss making the couple grin.