Vampire Diaries Imagines

Bruises and Bonding - Damon Salvatore

In the dimly lit living room of the Salvatore boarding house, Damon Salvatore reclined on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand, his eyes flickering lazily across the room. Nearby, YN sat on a chair, engrossed in a book she held. The crackling of the fireplace provided a soothing backdrop to their quiet evening.

YN's brows furrowed as she turned a page, her curiosity piqued by the intricate plot of the novel she was reading. She was drawn into the world of words, finding solace in the fictional characters and their adventures.

Damon took a sip of his bourbon, watching YN with an amused glint in his eyes. He had known her for a while now, ever since she stumbled into Mystic Falls seeking refuge from a vampire threat. Despite their initial differences, they had formed an unexpected bond – a connection that surprised both of them.

As YN turned another page, Damon's gaze sharpened, noticing something he hadn't before. He set his glass down and leaned forward slightly, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Hey, YNN," he began, his tone casual but concerned. "Where did all of those bruises come from?"

Startled, YN looked up from her book, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't realized that the sleeves of her sweater had ridden up, revealing the faint marks on her arms. She quickly tugged at her sleeves, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

"Oh, these?" she said, attempting to brush off his concern with a nonchalant smile. "Just a little training mishap. Nothing to worry about."

Damon arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying her explanation. He had seen enough supernatural situations to know when something didn't quite add up. "Training mishap, huh?" he echoed, his voice tinged with skepticism.

YN sighed, realizing that her attempt to deflect his attention had failed. She closed her book and placed it on the side table, offering him a more earnest smile. "Okay, fine. It's a bit more than that. I got caught up in a scuffle with a couple of rogue vampires while I was out with Matt the other day but it's fine. No biggie."

Damon leaned back against the couch, his expression softening as he considered her words. "You really have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you?"

YN chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "I suppose it's a gift."

Damon chuckled as well, the tension in the room dissipating. Despite their differing natures – one a vampire with centuries of experience and the other a determined human – they had found common ground. They understood each other's struggles, the constant battle against the supernatural forces that threatened their lives.

"You know, you could always use a little backup," Damon suggested, his voice genuine. "I'm not too bad at handling rogue vampires."

YN raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you offering to be my bodyguard now, Salvatore?"

Damon smirked, his signature cocky grin in place. "Consider it more of a partnership. Just don't expect me to carry your books."

They both shared a laugh, the camaraderie between them solidifying further. In that moment, they understood that their platonic relationship was a unique bond that helped them navigate the challenges of their intertwined lives – bruises, battles, and all.