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Companion piece to Viking Buck - here is Viking Eddie.

I was inspired by this photo by Mirella Montone from the recent Heroes Dutch Comic Con and it turned into the below.

Here's the cat burglar. She wears comfy clothes and has zero social skills. She has sex appeal but only if you're into a very specific type of woman, and crucially she has zero idea she has it. She probably doesn't know what an innuendo is.

Here's the hacker. He's a Black nerd, and also the most moral character of the bunch. He's a nerd but also not socially awkward; in fact, he's the second best at grifting, right after the person who's been doing it for decades.

Here's the muscle. In his heart of hearts, he is a chef. He is tough and manly but he uses that to look out for the working class and children and everyone else the system leaves behind. He's feared by politicians and he reminds his friend to tip the delivery person.

Here's the femme fatale. She's over forty years old, and she's the one seducing the mark. She's the heart of the team. Her calling is to be a director. She loves attending her own funeral.

Here's the mastermind. He's the only one who doesn't start out as a career criminal. He manipulates his own crew, kills two people after promising them he won't, and takes deals behind their back. He was in seminary school.

Chris is the brightest light in Eddie's life.

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“What happened?” Chim asks. Buck and Eddie are back from a week in Mexico with Christopher, and haven’t uttered a word to each other since the shift started, which is freaking everybody out.

“Nothing,” Eddie says, teeth clenched and back turned to Buck, eyes focused on the tv screen. The turned off tv screen.

“Sure, you do look like the bestest friends right now, you’re radiating friendship and positivity,” Hen comments.

Eddie snorts.

“Did you guys have a fight over something so petty none of you wants to admit they were wrong?” Chim tries.

“Like who gets the last pancake?”

“Or what time you need to leave to be at the airport on time?”

“Or how many souvenirs is too much souvenirs to bring back to your favourite teammates?”

“Did Buck eat something after you told him he’d get sick, and then he got sick and blamed you for it?”

Eddie snorts once again because that’s totally something Buck could do, except it would’ve been a lot better to deal with than-- that.

“No no no wait, did you get married after a drunk night, Ross and Rachel style?” Hen suggests as a joke, and Buck freezes, coffee pot in hand.

“Does Mexico even have instant weddings like Vegas?” Chim wonders looking at Hen, who’s staring at Buck and noticing the blush on his face.

“Oh my god,” she says. “You did, right?” She’s waving her finger between the two men, eyes wide open.

“No,” Eddie says, heading for the stairs to leave the kitchen, “though it would’ve been easier to undo.”

“Easier to undo? What did you do, come one guys, share with the rest of the family,” Chim shouts at him, but Eddie’s already downstairs.

Hen has another epiphany. “Sex. Chim, you can get a divorce but you can’t undo sex,” she whispers that last word, starting to realize what’s going on there. Buck has put down the coffee and he’s standing with his back to the kitchen counter, eyes closed, so she stands up from the table and goes beside him.

“Do you regret it?” she asks.

Buck shakes his head no. “But he does.”

“I’m sorry Buckaroo.” She pulls him into a hug. “And I’m really sorry I laughed, and forced you to share, that wasn’t nice.”

“It’s okay, secrets don’t last long here anyway.”

Hen shakes her head, still wishing this entire morning would’ve unfolded differently. She doesn’t notice Chim going downstairs to follow Eddie, wherever he’s hiding.

A few minutes later, Chim texts her. “Eddie has no regrets but thinks B hates him.”

“Oh my god you didn’t even talk about it you idiots, right?” Hen laughs. She sends a quick reply to Chim.

“There’s nothing to talk about Hen, we fucked up and now everything’s weird.”

Hen sighs. She hears steps on the staircase and soon Chim appears, dragging Eddie by the hand. They make them sit on the couch side by side.

“Buck, Eddie doesn’t regret anything, he just thinks you hate him,” Chim says, holding up his hand to stop Buck from arguing.

“Eddie,” Hen says,” Buck has no regret, but he thinks you do. Now, both of you talk and make up so we can all go on with this shift peacefully,” she adds, before pushing Chim towards the stairs to give the idiots some space.

“We shouldn’t have left them upstairs alone,” Chim says. “If Bobby comes in and find them half naked I’m blaming you”.

Scían and Ithlinne, wise and respected Scían Last of the Ghost Tribe giving little Ithlinne validation

I just think she needs someone to tell her that she may get visions and may be odd but that doesn’t mean that she’s sick or undeserving of respect

So this has been in my drafts for nearly 4 years. Go me! Hope you like it!

On AO3

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Éile hadn’t been expecting to see Scían again, not so soon at any rate. After taking down the Merwyn and her empire, her sword mother had returned to her home to finally grieve her family in peace. Éile had said her own teary goodbyes to Fjall and then retreated back to the last place she’d really felt like home - with Ithlinne and her mother. 

The baby had been a surprise; a miracle really. But Éile held onto the child with everything she had, a tie to her lost lover, a reminder of the sacrifices she’d made. 

I come bearing a humble Blood Origin prompt offering for your consideration 😊

Éile/Fjall and knife kink (rating etc at your discretion)

Oh Hey Maya! This is only... 3 and a half years late? 🤣I thought this might get smutty but I don't think it even warrants M. So here you go!

Also on AO3 __

After years of bloodshed, training as part of the raven clan, living her life as a warrior, rejecting said life and running off to be a bard, Éile knew that she shouldn’t be into it, but as Fjall held the knife to her throat, that dark look of a hunter in his eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of lust roll through her body. He wasn’t worth the shit on her shoes, none of Dog Clan were, but there was a handsomeness in his ruggedness, the scars that spoke of survival. She just needed to keep reminding herself that he was a lapdog to the royal family and then she’d be able to keep it together long enough to survive. 

“What’s a raven doing locked up here?” He growled, pressing the knife harder against her skin. It stung a little and she swallowed, feeling her eyes drop down his lips as he spoke.

Shit.