#HurdyxReader

[carbonfellow]

I’m tired of letting it sit until I write more substance. Screw it.

Warnings: Mention of losing a family member to dementia

Other tags: Amnesia, Caretaker, Second-person

Not the summary I used on AO3 and not graceful in any way, but it works: A demonstration of a normal day of being an amnesiac’s bodyguard.

I’ll tag posts about this fic/series/whatever it ends up being with #HurdyFMN in case anyone wants to follow or block it.

[carbonfellow]

I also have poked at writing some HurdyxReader that was supposed to start off hopeful and sweet and slowly reveal that it was actually kind of horrifying in the "Oh my god what have I been doing" way but after revising it several times, it's just flat out horrifying the whole way through.

Before: Teehee dealing with an amnesiac isn't easy but my job is so rewarding! :O oh wait is he starting to retain memories? Oh what are these dokis... Maybe I can finally share my love for him-- OH GOD NO HE'S NOT GETTING BETTER, HE'S JUST BEEN WRITING SHIT DOWN, I'VE BEEN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF AN ILL MAN

Now: The things I have to do to keep him from hurting himself are in themselves terrible. Every morning is a coin flip for whether he'll trust me enough to not bolt the first chance he gets and I'm so fucking tired of chasing him down when he does run. I'm so fucking tired of only getting to hold his hand when I'm comforting him to sleep and lying that today's him isn't going to essentially die the moment he shuts his eyes. I love this kind mess of a man, but I wish I didn't, and that his alter ego would just overtake him at this point and put us both out of our misery.