may i request relationship hc's about leo whitefang with an "equally traumatized as him" s/o??? :D sorry if this isn't good... you may decline this request if you'd like!
Leo whitefang with a traumatized S/O!
Being traumatized himself, he understands the struggles. He knows how it feels when your trauma eats at you like a damn disease and it makes his heart lurch uncomfortably everytime he sees his symptoms in you. Sometimes, it's like looking in a mirror that perfectly tells him that he's not alone in the paralysis that seems to be lingering in the back of his head.
When he first started dating you, he'd assumed that perhaps he'd seem more attractive if he hid his own symptoms and pretended that his survivor's guilt made him one inch away from being a mad man. He was quickly proven wrong when he froze, unsure of what to do with himself when you would become triggered and perhaps lash out or withdraw into yourself.
He realized that he couldn't really help you when not even he could understand how to cope and regulate his own emotions. It was much like teaching someone how to walk when you've only crawled for your own life.
So, he did the most logical thing to do and started to research until he became so hyperfixated on it that it was bordering on obsession. But Leo also started to lower his guard more and more, finally acknowledgeing the fact that helping someone with trauma also started with learning how to.
It became more therapeutic for the both of you when the habit of actually properly communicating about what triggered the both of you became normalized and talking about such trauma as well. It was a delicacy to simply talk about everything on your shoulders—Especially if it was late at night and curled against each other's frames like it was your life's weakness to exist there in peace.
The flames of a nearby candle flicked about, but was otherwise still with no breeze coming into the room. Leo's pen skimmed across the paper's, but as the hour's continued, he became irritable. It was the kind of where just even something in the corner of your eye was ever persistent and on your nerves. In this instance, it seemed like the piles of paperwork was the investigator of his agitated nerves.
Out of a fit of anger, Leo growled and banged his fist on the desk before huffing and running a hand through his hair before stopping when he heard a distinct hitch of a breath. If it wasn't for the thud of his hand, that definitely brought his attention as It cut through the once peaceful silence in the room.
Leo lowered his hand down slowly and almost hesitantly from his hair and looked over to where you were at, sitting against the headrest reading a book. But now, your shoulders were tense and breathing in a pattern that was anything but normal. He felt that same lurch in his heart, but now in his stomach. Guilt. He knew better then to make loud noises like that.
Leo lowered his pen and walked over before sitting on the edge of the bed. Here, he could see how much in discomfort you were as your finger's clenched against the book and your eye's were focused on your book, but definitely not reading. Only looking to avoid his own eyes.
Leo let the silence linger before cutting it off with his gruff voice. "Did I startle you?" He asked, his voice soft yet strained. It was an obvious answer, but those textbooks had taught him that clarifying never hurt.
He watched as you slowly nodded, taking measured breaths to calm yourself down from the immediate panic. "I apologize." He muttered, before reaching out to touch you before stopping. "Can I hug you?" He asked. Once he made sure it was okay, he pulled you in and leaned his chin on your shoulder. "Should've known better.." Leo grumbled, before shutting his own eye's after seeing yours close and settle down. "Won't do it again."
