Haunted (Matt Murdock x TRT!Reader, Fic, SFW)đ§ď¸
Right, so close to 3 years ago, I had an ask in my box: 'what would happen if TRT!Reader/Jane Hind lost her memory just before returning to Matt after her three months away', aka: just before point where they both confessed their love and got together in mainline TRT. So I wrote up a fairly angsty, no happy ending sort of fic about it, which you can find here. But there just felt like there was more to the story, and the idea of a sequel wouldn't leave me alone, so I've worked on it in little bits and pieces over the past few years and I'm finally ready to unleash that into the world now that it's been edited to my satisfaction.
This will have a happy ending and hurt/comfort, once we swim through a lot of Matt Suffering. <3
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Chapter Summary:
Leaving him like that shouldnât have bothered you as much as it did. You didnât know him. This man should have been nothing more than a stranger on the street, one you wouldnât glance twice at, much less feel some ridiculous sense of attachment or obligation to. Yet the memory of walking out of his apartment still left you shaken whenever you allowed yourself to think too long on it.
He⌠shouldnât have been alone. That was wrong, somehow.
There was no memory attached to the thought, no blinking sign you could point to that would justify your growing unease. You just knew it. You knew it in the way you knew how to breathe, how to blink, knowledge etched into your very bones over and over by an unfamiliar hand. And no matter what you did, no matter where you went, you were unable to escape the feeling that⌠that youâd made a terrible mistake, broken something good, tilted the world on its axis until the whole of the city, the earth, the very sky hung just a little crooked like an off-center painting.
Matt was alone.
Youâd left him alone.
It was the right choice, one youâd made dozens if not hundreds of times before. Hell, it should have been even easier this time since there were no memories to hold you back.
So⌠why did you feel so very sick?
Wordcount: 11, 805 words so, hilariously, about 3 times the length of Part 1
Warnings for this chapter: angst, alcohol, matt spiraling fairly badly, he throws some things, LOTS of TRT references and spoilers so I wouldn't do this one unless you've finished the Miami arc in TRT.
Sad Matt gif as a reminder that the angst is pretty heavy here because I'm really going to emotionally beat on this poor man for a bit.
At Ciroâs insistence, you gave yourself one month in Hellâs Kitchen.
A month wasnât much time, granted, but it would hopefully be enough to see if there was a chance of bringing back the memories youâd lost: memories of friends, of your life here, and of⌠of whatever it was that youâd had with Matt Murdock. Based on his grief over the loss of Jane Hindânot you, but her surely, the role, the mask youâd worn while hereâhis attachment to her had been deep and fervent, and those feelings appeared to have been at least partly reciprocated. The dangerously intimate photo youâd found in your memory box was all the proof you needed of that.
Your past self had already been accustomed to his touch when the photo was taken, based on the way sheâd allowed him to press his head tenderly to her temple, his dark eyes warm and fond as he'd smiled in her direction even if he couldn't see her, his arm draped over her shoulders. She should have been put off by the proximity, by such a blatant show of physical intimacy, but instead of looking distressed, sheâd been relaxed and comfortable where sheâd confidently tucked herself up against his side. Try as you might, you hadnât been able to find any hint of discomfort, any clue that signaled the obvious affection sheâd felt was an act, her shoulder angled in a way that made you think sheâd wrapped her arm comfortably around his waist, her grin bright and so very real.
This couldnât be you.
When was the last time you'd looked that happy?
When was the last time youâd let someone hold you close?
And when was the last time someone had looked at you like⌠like they mightâŚ
âDid I⌠love him, Ciro?â
âI believe that⌠you might have, yes. Him, and this city. That is why I encourage you to stay, for a time at least. See if the memories return to you. Even should you leave, it would be wise to know of the life you led here.â
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