Blurred Vision, a MTAS Logan romance fanfic
I present you my first MTAS fanfic ! 16 chapters are out actually, with more than 75k words and a lot of Logan fluff (and smut).
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Summary :
An accident at the valley of Whispers made our builder almost blind. She can only see blurry silhouettes on the light.
Since, she feels fragile, and she feels useless, struggling to keep her job as a builder and only keeping it thanks to an arrangement with Mi-an and Rocky.
But the worst thing about being blind, is to have been unable to see the face of the old mill mysterious stranger, that day.
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The downside of wearing a protective suit was the inability to wipe away the dripping sweat from one's forehead. And sweating, she was a lot. She needed those aluminum scraps nonetheless, so she did her best to endure the unbearable heat in her suit and keep on salvaging the materials. It was close to midday, and the sun was beating down hard on the Valley of Whispers.
Another major flaw of the protective suit was that it would alter certain abilities, notably hearing. Which was probably the reason she never heard the pack of masked fiends arrive behind her before it was too late. When she noticed them, they were already lighting a bomb and aiming at her. But lighting a bomb in an area full of toxic gas was definitely not the best thing to do. Before they could launch it at her, a massive explosion occurred, and all things went black as she was violently thrown backwards.
When she regained consciousness, she first thought it was nighttime, for she saw nothing. She groped for her weapon but could not find it. Anxiety ran through her veins. How much time had she been unconscious and at the mercy of the nearby monsters? She then noticed that she was having a hard time breathing. Her suit has lost its impermeability. She was breathing toxic gas.
Panic succeeded anxiety. She still saw nothing, and the harshness of the acid gas ran into her breaths. She needed to move, and quickly. Desperate, she whistled. She was pretty sure her horse had fled with the explosion. But after what felt like an eternity, she heard the muffled sound of hooves on the sand.
“Dybet!” she whispered, relieved. She felt the gentle warmth of her mare's nostrils against her hair. Slowly, she rose to her feet, steadying herself against her mount. She then struggled to get into the saddle, and she succeeded only thanks to the adrenaline that only a deep survival instinct could summon.
"Take me home" she implored to her horse.
Whether or not her mare understood her command, she set off, and she could only allow herself to be transported. She did not remember when she fell unconscious again, but when she woke up, she was still in the saddle, weakly lying on Dybet's neck.
She heard the cry but couldn't reply. She felt hands lifting her off the saddle. Amid panicked screams from several people she did not recognize, she sensed her suit being removed.
She passed out.
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