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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Leon’s no stranger to nightmares, but this time his nightmare involved you, and he needs your comfort.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: I’m so sorry for not posting for a month 😭 I genuinely have no ideas for what to write, pls send me requests yall. I just wrote this to get back into the flow of writing .
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It wasn’t unusual for Leon to fight sleep like it was his enemy. He remembered having nightmares as a kid, dreams about his parents' deaths plagued him, even when he was in college.
Raccoon City just seriously escalated things. His mind warped every memory of that damned night and looped it in his head like it was his brain’s favorite film. It was like Leon’s personal hell, and it often felt his brain was working against him.
His nightmares slightly eased up since you moved in - he felt safer with you in bed next to him. The warmth of your body next to him made his muscles relax, cuddling with you felt therapeutic.
But the nightmares didn’t stop.
This night, Leon jerked awake from his nightmare, sitting up in bed. Sweat slicked his forehead, his hair was damp and sticking to his skin.
He felt hot, but he didn’t want to throw the sheets off of himself and risk waking you.
Leon leaned back against the headboard, placing a hand on his chest as he tried slowing his breathing. He could feel his heart racing even as he assured himself it was just another stupid nightmare. A cruel prank played on him by his brain.
Leon was looking around the room, mentally naming five things he could see to try and ease his mind. Focus on anything but the dream. Ground himself back in reality.
As Leon felt around for 4 things he could touch, he finally noticed you had stirred awake from Leon jerking awake and breathing heavily.
The moonlight peeked through the blinds, giving enough light in the room for you to be able to see Leon’s pretty face. You made eye contact with him for a second, sitting up as you looked at his face - he looked so distressed.
“Did I wake you?” Leon asked quietly, his voice raspy from just waking up. He gently brushed some of your hair out of your face. Even when he needed comfort, more than anything, he stayed focused on you.
“Yeah, but it’s fine.” you replied, noticing Leon’s breathing was still shaky and uneven. “Another nightmare..?” You asked. It wasn’t your first time being woken by Leon being jolted awake from a dream.
Leon nodded slightly. His expression made him look like a lost puppy.
You moved a bit closer to Leon before speaking again, “You wanna talk about it? You seem upset.” You asked as you tilted your head slightly.
Leon glanced down at the bed before looking back at you. “Yeah.. I just,” Leon started, swallowing and taking a quick deep breath before continuing.
“I just had another stupid nightmare… about Raccoon City.” Leon said quietly. He ran his fingers through his hair - the hair sticking to his skin was making him feel overwhelmed on top of being hot and trapped under blankets.
“Yeah…? That must’ve been awful. I’m so sorry, Lee.” you replied quietly, watching his expression carefully.
“It was a pretty typical nightmare. I was trapped in that city, being chased by that tyrant. I saw innocents die, watched parents kill their own children, saw the city go up in flames.” Leon said. He exhaled slowly.
You nodded your head as you listened. “It’s okay…” you said, gently placing your hand on his back. “You’re safe here, okay?” you assured him.
Leon looked at the bed, closing his eyes for a second and furrowing his brows as he thought about the dream. Images of dead bodies he had seen that night in Raccoon City flashed in his mind.
“I… I mean, it- it was a bit different than my normal nightmares.” Leon admitted, opening his eyes and looking back at you. He studied your face for a second.
“Yeah?” You replied, your hand stroking Leon’s back.
“Yeah. This time, you… you were there. It’s stupid because I know you weren’t actually there that night, but I guess my brain just remixed my memories..? It felt so real in the moment, I didn’t even think about how little sense it made.” Leon said.
Leon watched you tilt your head a bit as you listened to him describe his nightmare. He felt choked up seeing your face.
“You were there, in the middle of the mess. I… I was trying to help you, save you from that hell. But I couldn’t get to you in time, it-it was like I was running in slow motion, I guess is how I’d describe it.” Leon added. He sighed and shook his head.
“It’s stupid,” he mumbled, looking away and towards the window. “I shouldn’t be getting upset over a damn dream.”
“No, it’s not. It’s okay to be upset by a nightmare, it sounded awful. There’s nothing wrong with being upset about this. That’s just a normal response.” you assured him.
He looked back at you. His lip trembled ever so slightly. His expression stayed about the same as it always was, no real emotion on his face. You knew he hated showing any emotion.
He paused for a second before continuing. “I feel like I shouldn’t be this stressed over it, I’m a grown man, I’m not a child,” Leon said, his voice slightly cracking. He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. “Seeing your face now just makes me think of what you looked like in that dream. Screaming for me to help you. Getting brutalized by zombies…” Leon said, trailing off slightly.
He turned his head ever so slightly and the moonlight showed he had watery eyes. Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry in front of you.
“I regret a lot about that night. I wish I could’ve saved more people. And all those innocent families that were in that city before it was blown to ash.” Leon said.
“I-I know I can’t save everyone. Trying to save just one person will lead to the deaths of hundreds of others. But if I could try to save anyone, I’d want to save you.” Leon added, his voice beginning to tremble.
You continued to stroke his back. He leaned into the touch, your presence was comforting and your touch could soothe him better than anything.
“That dream reminded me that I’m a failure, I can’t save anyone, I want to protect you, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to.” Leon’s voice trembled. He felt a tear finally escape his eyes as he blinked.
“Lee..” You whispered as you noticed his tears.
He quickly wiped his face, sniffling. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” he said. He hated this feeling of vulnerability, he hated feeling weak.
“No, no, it’s okay.” You assured him. He avoided your gaze, feeling embarrassed that he let someone see him cry. How could he ever even try to protect you if he was crying over a dream?
“Leon, look at me, please?” you whispered, you placed your hand on his cheek and forced him to look at you.
Leon furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, clearly fighting back even more tears. “It’s okay to cry, you don’t have to apologize for that, baby. I’m not mad at you, or upset at you or anything at you for crying.” you reassured him.
“It’s normal to cry. The shit you went through is so much more than anything most people go through.” your thumb rubbed against his cheek. “You’re very strong, you know?”
Leon’s lip quivered and he shook his head.
“You are strong.” You assured him. Leon felt more tears leak. “Stronger than anyone I know. I know you want to protect me and keep me safe, but you should know I want to keep you safe too.”
Leon moved closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t want you to ever leave his sight.
“I love you.” Leon mumbled into your neck. He inhaled your scent, which was calming. It helped him ground himself - you were here, alive, comforting him. Not being torn apart by zombies.
“I love you too.” You whispered back, your fingers combing his hair as he held you closer.
“I really don’t deserve you.” Leon added. He couldn’t believe you didn’t find it embarrassing or unattractive or unmanly for crying. He gripped you tightly.
“Don’t say that.” You replied.
“It’s true, you… you’re so understanding. Even though I’m being weak.”
“It’s not true. I’m not too good for you because I’m doing what any partner would do and comfort you.”
Leon didn’t say anything back. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your body and your fingers in his hair.
Once he felt better, he laid back down in bed. He knew he’d have trouble falling back asleep, but at least he had you. You rested on top of him the rest of the night, Leon used you as a weighted blanket.
Your ear was pressed against Leon’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your back. You shut your eyes, feeling Leon’s hand slowly stop moving and feeling Leon’s chest slowly rise and fall as he fell back asleep. Once you were sure Leon was back to sleeping peacefully, you felt like you could fall back asleep. It hurts you to see Leon always put himself down for not being able to keep you safe. You wished he could realize how protected you felt falling asleep in his arms every night.
while playing cry of fear we get the exact feeling simon felt through his daily life, especially when escaping the sawrunner, especially when dealing with the drowned woman (the one in white), I am not sure how to explain it right, but this exact feeling of being a chased rat in someone's house, but basically feeling it everywhere you go. How much it hurts and how much it changes something inside of you
I think the city is empty because it symbolizes how alone he really is, the only thing he met there are monsters trying to hurt him, and then when he meets sophie, the only one that could possibly bring comfort to him, she kills herself in front of him, dies both physically and in simon's mind
I AM SO HURT, I LOVE SIMON SO MUCH HE DID NOT DESERVE ANY OF THIS
this is just me ranting, but upon my murder house rewatch i realized that so many people write and view tate as this one dimensional nutcase who likes bdsm WHEN HES SO MUCH MORE GUYS LISTEN. he loves poetry and birds and track???? he loves kurt cobain and is canonically bisexual????????? he’s such a well written character please do him justice
