I have been so inspired to write stuff, so here!! My first try at a fanfic involving Bloodhound, Gibraltar and a gender ambiguous reader! Thought it would be good to try to start my first fic with something uuuuh, light??
Please tell me what you guys think if you give it a read!
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“Raining down some destruction!” Gibraltar’s cheerful voice rings in your ears as you and Bloodhound take cover under Gibraltars dome shield, feeling the ground shake in Airbase while you try to get your footing straight. Having taken bullets you quickly use your last two shield cells, you see a Bangalore running straight towards the dome shield as soon as the smoke from Gibraltar’s ultimate. In near panic you reload your spitfire and back a few steps to the corner of the dome shield, ready to spray bullets, you see the red glow of a grenade coming your way, it’s Bangalore’s artillery call. Seeing as Gibraltar’s dome shield goes out of power you do your best to spray your enemies with as much bullets as possible as the air strike goes down above you, trying your best to take in where all of them drop.
Bam, one down, you manage to down one from the enemy team, not being sure where the others are or where your teammates have gone to. As Bangalore’s ultimate starts going off, you manage to push yourself to one of the crates, still taking damage from one of the big grenades, seeing incredibly blurry as you try to make your way around the crate to heal up. In the very moment as you take out a small shield cell you hear a tap next to you, in panic you throw your shield cell to the side and get up on your feet, you are however too late, by the strong currents from the grenade you are launched backwards towards the edge, loosing your footing and slipping down from the safety of the ground. You manage to hit your chest incredibly hard on the edge, the air getting knocked straight out of your lungs, you have no strength to pull yourself up and feel your grip loosen on the edge of the platform.
Staring down at the crashing waves below you, you feel your strained wrist get pulled by a firm grip, having had a hold of you the moment you lost your own grip of the structure, you look back up at the red glow Bloodhound’s mask. “You are not meeting the Allfather today.” Bloodhound says as they grab the fabric on your back, pulling you up to make you steady to the ground. Bloodhound gives a hasten breath of relief as they drop you a medkit and pat your shoulder as they let go. “Andskoti... They nearly took your life.” Bloodhound says as they watch you use the gifted medkit, the slight movement of their helm makes you glance over to the purple and golden death boxes, Gibraltar on his knee amongst them, looting and grabbing things both you and Bloodhound would have use of. “Thank you, that was... too close.” You say, glancing back at the sea behind you. “Þú ert velkominn.” Bloodhound replies before bringing themselves up on their feet as the red glow of their ultimate fades. Both you and Bloodhound walk over to Gibraltar to gather the loot you’ve earned.
