✼ ҉ Fighting with your alcoholic husband! Re6 Leon Kennedy
All I can think about Re6!Leon is fight fight and fight 🥺
His words broke your heart, and you were tired of feeling worthless.
You gave him a disappointed look.
“I’m not drunk,” Leon said, though it was obvious to anyone with two eyes in their head that he most certainly was.
“You always say the meanest things when you’re drunk.”
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he said.
That was the end for you, your heart was so broken you felt tears in your eyes.
You used to dismiss everything he said as drunk, but not anymore.
You sigh in disappointment.
“I don’t know. I can give you a hundred reasons to stay, and you can give me a thousand reasons to leave. I’m just tired of trying to please you, and that’s why I drink.”
“I drink because I don’t know how to do anything else.”
“I drink myself to sleep at night.”
“I drink myself drugged when I’m awake.”
“I drink because I'm me. Because I'm Leon.”
You shake your head in disappointment
"I thought you were strong."
“I’m broken.” Said Leon at the moment you said that. He took a sip of his beer.
“I’m nothing but broken.”
“I’m a goddamn broken hero, and you don’t want me because I’m too much for you.”
You frown in frustration as you see he's still drinking
"You're not the only one who's had bad experiences. You're not the only one who's been through these fucking traumas!"
“I was a secret agent. I dealt with death and destruction every day. I killed people because it was my job.”
“You can’t compare that to your shitty college experience!”
“You think I had it easy? I was dealing with monsters and creatures and bioweapons that could kill a village and destroy a city!” He started screaming.
You sigh to stay calm, because you would scream right away too if you didn't help yourself
"We live in the same world."
“But I’ve had it worse!” Leon shouted. “You’ve never had it worse in your life! You don’t understand one damn thing I’ve been through!”
“You’ve had a perfect life compared to me! You don’t know what true suffering is!”
You sigh in disappointment and had to try harder to hold back your tears.
"I won't argue with you anymore."
He sat in his chair and was pissed off.
“Good.” Said Leon, his tone turning cold. “I don’t want to argue either. Why do you care so much about me anyway?” He shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I’m a drunken, useless piece of shit who has nothing but alcohol and a job that drives me to drink.” He took another sip.
“You’re always so mad at me, what's wrong?”
"Fine, keep feeling sorry for yourself."
You walked to the door to leave the room, you didn't want to argue anymore.
The sound of a bottle breaking on the wall made you turn around. Leon had thrown another bottle against the wall.
“You’re all the same!” He yelled. “Everyone is the same!”
“Everyone just leaves like everything is fine.”
It was a tantrum you had dealt with before, and you couldn’t do it again. But you couldn’t leave it either.
You turned back to him, your gaze falling on the broken bottle, and you frowned.
"Because you push everyone away."
"What do you care?!" Said Leon, and his voice began to crack. "Why do you keep trying to make it work? I'm just a drunk pushing you away!"
He rose from his chair and began pacing.
"WHY DO YOU WANT TO FIX ME?!"
When he yelled at me, you couldn't hold back my tears
“But why?!” Leon cried out, his eyes beginning to water. “Why do you love me?”
“Why are you always trying to make things work?”
“Why are you trying to fix me?”
“Why do you just love me?”
“I’m not worth your love.”
You took a deep breath to stop your tears, you felt too bad to speak
“Just tell me why you love me, damn it!” Leon shouted, breaking down and finally showing his vulnerability. His lips were trembling and his eyes were full of tears.
“Why do you love me so much when no one else does?”
His words broke your heart, you wanted to hug him, but you didn't dare
"Because I love you… I don't have any long explanations or reasons. I just love who you're. I love that despite everything you've been through, you're able to move on…"
“I can’t move on!” He said and his voice cracked. He wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed. “I’m stuck in a rut that I can’t get out of. I’m not the same man you knew. I’m worse off, I just don’t want to admit it.”
“I’m just a broken man with a broken heart, with broken dreams.”
You have lowered your gaze as you wipe away the tears that continue to flow
"You won't let me help you. You prefer fucking drinks to me."
“Because the bottle never judges me! The bottle never yells at me! The bottle is always there for me when I need it!!!”
“The bottle never says it hates me!”
“The bottle never leaves me!”
“The damn bottle cares more about me than you do!”
What he said only broke your heart more. With a sigh, you continue to wipe away your tears.
"If you prefer the damn bottle… okay."
“Then just go ahead and leave me! Just like everyone else!”
He wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed, his tone turning cold again.
“Don’t try to pretend you care.”
“You’ll leave, just like everyone else always does.”
All you wanted to do was hug him and help him and be by his side, but he wouldn't let you.
“You’re tired of trying?” Leon asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“What did you actually do?"
“What have you done to help me and not yourself?”
The moment you said that, something broke inside him. He threw the beer bottle against the wall. It shattered into a million tiny pieces, one of which cut into his cheek as he screamed.
“Don’t pretend you tried, don’t pretend you know how I feel, damn it!”
"I've been trying! I'm trying!"
Your voice was hoarse as you saw the cut on his cheek.
"Your cheek is bleeding."
Leon touched his cheek with his hands, pulled them away and showed blood on his hands.
“Great, now I’m bleeding.”
He turned away and wiped his hands on his black shirt. Then he sighed and put a hand to his chin.
"Wait, I'll get a Band-Aid."
You ran through the house, found the band-aid you were looking for, and came back.
He sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t need your damn help.”
But when he saw the patch, he decided to swallow it.
He took it and stuck it on his cheek.
“I don’t need your help, damn it…"
But his tone was a little softer and maybe even a little grateful.
You stopped looking at him and looked around the room. You were tired and just wanted to sleep. But staying here didn't seem like such a good idea. You think it would be better to stay with a friend.
"I'm going to go. We'll talk more later when you're sober."
Leon's facial expression changed instantly. The emotions now visible on his face were regret and despair.
"This isn't working, Leon."
"It is working," He said, his tone a bit harsh. "It's working because… we just need communication. Communication and compromise. Do not pretend that me being a drunk bastard is the only thing that's wrong with us."
"There was an issue with me before I started drinking. You just refuse to acknowledge that."
"At least we used to be able to talk properly."
"But we never did!" He said, more harsh than he wanted it to be. "You refuse to tell me anything because you think I can't handle it! You pretend everything is fine when it's not!"
"I hate how this is turning into a damn game, where you won't tell me what's wrong to save yourself pain! We both know there's an issue that you won't tell me, you won't give me a chance to prove myself, to fix it!"
You kept staring at him in disappointment.
"I don't know if I can do it anymore."
"What to do?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly with sadness and frustration. "Is that it? Are you just going to give up on me? Is that what you want?!"
"It's always a damn fight! Always acting like you don't care!"
"What do you want from us anymore?"
Your whole heart aching. Was this really how it was going to end?
"I guess there's nothing left to do now."
“So… that’s it? You’re just going to leave me?”
His tone was soft, almost a whisper.
“It’s over? You're just going to walk away?”
He put the bottle down and looked away with tears in his eyes.
He already knew the answer. He was just hoping he could change your mind.
“Please… please don’t go…"
You sighed in frustration.
"Do you realize that we are repeating the same thing over and over again?"
“So what?!?” He said, his tone loud and aggressive. “So what if it’s repetitive doesn’t mean we can’t fix it!”
“We can compromise… We can work through it together…"
“But you don’t compromise at all… … you don’t even give me a chance to solve the problem. You just walk away.”
He looked away, searching for the bottle, but it was out of reach. He wanted so much to take a sip of alcohol.
"Will it always be like this? The argument, the breakup, and the reconciliation. That's all we do."
Leon tried to argue against it, but he knew you were right. You were always fighting about something, whether it was his drinking or his attitude. And you always broke up and came back within a couple of hours or so.
“It doesn’t have to be that way. We can work through this. You refuse to see that I can be better.”
“I’m trying to change, you refuse to see that I can be better.”
“I’m trying to change, you just refuse to see that too.”
“What if I promise to stop drinking?”
"You don't keep your promises, we've tried that before."
It sounded pathetic, and he knew it. But he had to stop drinking if it was going to work, and he was willing to try.
“I’m sorry I broke my promises. I know I have a problem. It’s hard. But for you, I can make it work.”
“I’ll… i’m going to stop and never do it again. I swear on my life.”
You avert your gaze, uncertainly
“Please… please give me another chance.”
He was desperate enough to get down on his knees, but he refused. This was too pathetic, even for him.
“I swear on everything in my life.”
“I'll change, just… please, give me another chance to make it up to you. I hate to see you suffer.”
“Please… don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. I love you.” He said. He really did love you, deep down, he just couldn’t show it.
"Do you really want to stop drinking? "
“I promise. I promise I won’t let you down again. I… it’s one of my problems, I know, so I’ll do better for you.”
“I want more than anything to make it work.”
He put his hands on your knees.
“Please… please give me another chance.”
Slowly, you put your arms around him. You were too much in love with him to leave him
His eyes widened as he slowly let his guard down.
You didn’t go, so you were going to fix it. Or at least you weren’t done with him yet, and he wasn’t going to be done with you yet. The only thing he wanted at the moment was you.
He put his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. His eyes closed immediately as he breathed in your scent and tried to enjoy your closeness again.
He was relieved. No more screaming, no more anger, no more fighting. Just two lovers embracing and happy.
His nose pressed against your neck and he sniffed softly. He could smell your scent, he could hear your heartbeat and even your breath. He knew you were real, and that gave him a feeling he had not experienced in a long time.
After a few moments, he let go of you so he could look at you.
“I love you.” He said. “I… can’t lose you.”
・❥・English is not my native language, sorry if I made mistakes.
