#fenris x penelope

[lvllns]

23 for Fenris and Penelope? 💖

in relief

After everything, he is not sure if it’s his place to call her foolish, not anymore, but Fenris does not think that will stop him when this fight is over and she is out of danger.

The Arishok circles her, eyes narrow and chest heaving for breath. Penelope nocks another arrow, storm grey eyes wide and wild. Fenris can see her bow shaking, the arrow twitching against the string and her hand. Next to him, Sebastian swears under his breath. Out of them all he would know best what unsteady hands would do to the flight of an arrow.

With a bellow, the Arishok charges.

Without a sound, Penelope looses her arrow.

It flies true, somehow. Embeds itself deep in the throat of the Qunari, and he slams to his knees. Hands clutch at his throat, clawing and grasping at the wooden shaft, but he collapses. Eyes rolling back as he dies choking on his own blood.

There is a moment, one second, of absolute silence before noise floods the room. Nobles yelling. Qunari heading for the door. Varric is saying something but Fenris is not sure what because he is gone.

He means to walk to her. He does. Instead, he phases across the hall. A blur of shining blue and flickering lyrium and then he is in front of her. Penelope is leaning against a pillar gasping for air. Her hair clings to her face, matted with sweat and blood and gore. Her gaze lifts from the ground to his face and she smiles wide enough to crinkle the corners of her eyes.

There is no thinking about what he does next.

Fenris kisses her.

Well, he presses his nose to the top of her head and kisses her hair.

He clutches her shoulders. Pulls and tugs until her bow clatters to the ground and her nose brushes the side of his neck. Her arms wrap around his waist, fingers grasping at his armor. Unsteady breaths against his skin. Warm gusts of air.

She is alive.

She is alive.

He drops his mouth. Kisses her temple before resting his cheek against her own. It is slick with sweat and blood. He holds her tighter.

“You are foolish,” he says. “Foolish, stubborn, and self-sacrificing.”

She smiles. He can feel the muscles in her face shift. “I feel as though we’ve had this conversation before.”

“We will no doubt have it again at some point, of that I am certain.”

He exhales slowly. Heavy, thick. Weighted. And then he knocks their foreheads together. Pushes against her as hard as he dares. It must not be close enough because she leans into him until the pressure hurts but neither of them move. The line they walk is thin, fine, something ever changing as Fenris figures out what he is comfortable with. Penelope told him, when they talked right after...everything, that she was here for him. Willing to wait and go at his speed. He had dismissed it at the time, written it off. But months later...Hawke is tactile with all of them and it has been so easy to slip right back to where they were before.

Careful of his sharp gauntlets, he cups her face. She sighs. Something delicate and tender in the scant space between them.

“How badly are you hurt?” His voice breaks over the last few words. He clears his throat.

She makes a soft sound at the back of her throat. “Not terribly. A quick heal from Anders and I should be okay.” She lifts her head. Their noses bump together. Fenris blinks, and Penelope takes a tiny step back, just enough so she can look down at her battered body. His hands do not leave her face. “I don’t think much of this blood is mine anyway.”

“You would be a terrible assassin if it was.”

Hawke snorts, head lifting so their eyes meet, and then she begins to laugh in earnest. Fenris smiles. It has been quite some time since she last laughed like that, and while he doubts it’s all because of what he said, something warms deep in his chest knowing he played a part.

He drops his hands to his side. Looks behind him and finds their entire gaggle of friends watching with various levels of interest. He scratches at his jaw. “We should—”

“Fenris,” Penelope says, voice soft. He looks at her, head tilting. “Thank you.”

The ground beneath his feet tilts a little. “For what?”

She shrugs. “Being here. Having faith in me. Everything.” A soft snort, her eyes roll. “Take your pick really.” He opens his mouth but clicks it shut when she raises her hand. “Are you okay?”

The tips of his gauntlets prick into his palms as his fists curl. “Nellie, you have just fought the Arishok in single combat, you are bleeding, and I saw you take at least one hit to the head, yet you are asking me if I’m okay?”

“Well when you put it like that,” she mumbles, cheeks flushing.

He wants to tell her he’s fine, more than fine because she is alive and breathing and somehow does not hate him. But he doesn’t get the chance. She rocks up on her toes and brushes her lips against his cheek. His body leans into the feeling. Chases the sweet press of her mouth against his skin as she steps out of his reach.

“Healing and then home?”

Fenris chuckles. “Knowing you Hawke?” One dark brow lifts. “It will be healing and then bandits.”

Penelope laughs again. Shoves his shoulder playfully before scooping up her bow and nudging him back toward their friends. He follows like he always does. A moth drawn to the brightest flame he has ever seen.

[eydika]

eydika’s name list 2.0

more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore

A

Abaddon

Abbey / Abbie

Abel

Ace

Ada

Adam

Adrien

Agnes

Aiden

Akari

Alaska

Alchemy

Alec / Alex / Alexa

Alessi / Alessia

Alexis

Aliana / Alianna

Alice

Alison

Alistair

Alivia

Allie / Ally

Alpha

Alya

Amber

Amelia

Amity

Amos

Amy

Andie / Andy

Andrew

Andromeda

Angel

Anita

Anna / Anne

Annabelle / Annie

Apollo

Apple

Apricot

April

Archer / Archie

Arden

Ares

Argus

Ariel

Aron / Aaron / Auron

Arrow

Artemis

Arthur

Artis

Arya

Ash / Asher

Aspen / Aspyn

Astrid

Athena

Atlas

Atticus

Aubrey / Audrey

Audio

Auger

Auggie

August

Aurelia

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline

Avery / Avrey

Aya

B

Baby

Barbie

Basil

Bea / Bee

Bean

Beatrice / Beatriz

Bébé

Beck / Beckett

Beetle

Bella / Belle

Beryl

Betty

Bijou

Billie

Birdie

Bishop

Bitter

Blair / Blaire

Blaise

Bloom

Blue / Blu

Boheme

Bonnie

Bowie

Briar

Bridget

Brina

Brody

Bryson

Bunny

Byron

C

Cade / Cadea / Caden

Cairo

Cal / Calum

Caleb

Callie

Calliope

Calvin

Cameron

Candace

Canopy

Carly / Carlie

Carol / Caroline

Carter

Casper

Cassandra

Cassius

Catherine

Celia

Cetus

Chance

Charlotte

Cherry

China

Chip

Chloe

Cian

Cinnamon

Civet

Clara / Clary / Clarabelle

Claire

Clementine

Cleo

Clover

Cobalt

Colby

Colt / Colten

Constance

Cooper

Cora

Corey

Corvus

Cosmo

Cricket

Cynthia

Cyra

Cyrus

D

Dacre

Daisy

Dakota

Dalia

Dallas

Damien

Dana

Dandelion

Dandy

Dante

Daphne

Darby / Darcy

Darius

Darla

Davina / Divina

Davos

Dawn

Deacon

Deb

December

Deja

Delaney

Delta

Demi

Denim

Denver

Desmond

Dexter

Diego

Digit

Dion / Dior

DJ

Doe

Domino

Donna

Doran

Dorothy / Dot / Dottie

Douglas

Dune

Dusk

Dylan

E

Eachan

Ebele

Ebony

Echo

Eden

Edris

Effi / Effie

Egan

Elijah

Eliza

Ella / Ellie

Elliot

Ellis

Elodie

Elsbeth / Elspeth

Elsie

Elyse

Embla

Emily

Emlyn

Emma

Emmett

Emory

Erica

Erin

Ernest

Ernie

Esryn

Estelle

Ethan

Eugene

Eva / Eve / Evie

Evan

Evangeline

F

Fae / Fee

Faith

Fawn

Fawke

Felix

Fenris

Fergus

Ferris

Fig / Figgy

Finbar

Fizz

Fletcher

Fleur

Flint

Flora / Florence

Forrest

Fox

Frankie

Freya

G

Gage

Gaia

Gavin

Gemma

Gene / Genesis / Genevieve

Gigi

Gil

Giselle

Gladys

Gloom

Gloria / Glory

Goldie

Grace / Gracie

Greta

Griffin

Gus

H

Hadley

Hailey

Hana

Harlow

Harmony

Harper

Hawk

Hayden

Hazel

Hector

Henley

Henry

Hera / Hero

Honey / Honeydew

Hope

Hunter

I

Ian / Ion

Idris

Ieni

Iesha

Illori

Ilya

Imelda

Imogen

Imp

India

Indira

Ingrid

Irina

Iris

Isaac

Isara

Isla

Ivory / Ivy

Izzy

J

Jack / Jackie

Jade

Jake

Janice / Janis

Jason

Jasper

Jay / Joy

Jenan

Jericho

Jerry

Jibo

Jill

Jinx

Joan

Jude / Judith

Juleka

Juli / Julip

June / Juno

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

K

Kaiven

Kale

Kappa

Kayla

Kellen

Kelly

Kes

Kimber

Kitana

Kitty

Kiwi

Knox

Kris

Kristy / Kirsty

Krull

Kumo

L

Laken

Lana

Lapse

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Lemon

Lenka

Leo / Leon / Leonie

Levitt

Liberty

Lilac

Lilith

Lima

Lindsey

Locus / Lotus

Lottie

Luca / Luka

Lucia / Lucie / Lucy

Lucille

Lucky

Luis

Luna / Louna

Luther

Lux

Lynn

M

Mabel / Mable / Maple

Madison

Mae / May

Maeve

Magnolia

Mango

Mantis

March

Marcia / Marcy

Margaux / Margo / Margot

Marina

Marion

Marley

Marmalade

Mars

Martha

Mary

Mason

Maude

Maura

Maxine

Maya

Meadow

Medea

Melancholia

Melba

Memphis

Mercedes

Mercy

Mick

Milan

Milla

Millenia

Milo

Mina / Mona

Minerva

Minnie

Minnow

Miron

Misery

Mona

Monday

Montgomery

Monty

Morrigan

Morwenna

Myrtle

N

Nana

Nancy

Nasira

Nate

Nathaniel

Naveed

Navy

Ned

Nefarian

Ness

Nestor

Never

Newt

Nikki

Noah

Nora

Norma

Nova

Nutmeg

Nye

Nyx

O

Octa

October

Odessa

Olive / Olivia

Ollie

Omega

Omen

Onyx

Opal

Ophelia

Oriana / Orion

Oscar / Oskar

Otis

Owen

Ozzy / Ozzie

P

Paige

Paisley

Parker

Pat / Pattie

Paula / Paola

Pea / Peach

Pebble

Penelope

Pepper

Pepsi

Percy

Petrichor

Philippa

Philomena

Phoebe

Phoenix

Piccolo

Pip / Piper

Pixie

Poe

Pollux

Pomeline

Poppy

Portia

Primrose

Q

Queen

Quentin

Quibble

Quincy

Quinn

R

Rachel

Radian

Ransom

Raven

Ray

Razzia

Rebus / Remus

Reverie

Rhubarb

Rick

Rider / Ryder

Rigby

Rilla

Roach

Robin

Rory

Rosa / Rosalie

Rose

Roux

Rowan

Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy

Ruben

Ruby

Rune

S

Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina

Sable

Sadie

Saffron

Sage / Saige

Salem

Sam / Samantha / Sammie

Savant

Savian

Scarlett

Scotty

Scout

Sean

Sesame

Shea

Skye / Skylar

Sloane

Solomon

Spencer

Sprout

Star

Stella

Sunny

Sybil

Syc

Symphony

T

Tabea

Tabitha / Tabs

Tali / Talia

Tasha

Tate

Tau

Temper

Tharan

Theodora / Theodosia

Theros

Thimble

Thirteen

Thorn

Tia

Tilda

Tina

Topaz

Tora / Torian

Trinity

Trixie

Trope

Tulip

Turnip

Twig

U

Ukiyo

Umara

Umbra

Ursa

V

Valentin

Valerie

Valora

Vargas

Vaughn

Vector

Vega / Vegas

Velvet

Venus

Vera

Vernon

Vesper

Vinette

Violet

Vivek

Volt

W

Waverly

Wednesday

Wendy

Wes

Whisper

William

Willow

Winnie

Winona

Winter

Wish

Wren

X + Y + Z

Xena / Xenia

Xeno / Xenos

Yuki

Yuri

Zafira

Zaria

Zephyr

Zero

Zoe / Zoelle

Zona

Zyra

LAST NAMES

Abbot

Abernathy

Alton

Arcanum

Ashe

Astor

Badger

Balker

Bass

Bennett

Benton

Blake

Bleu

Blunt

Blythe

Cable

Cabot

Cain

Carter

Carver

Castillo

Choi

Clemonte

Coldwell

Collins

Colt

Craft

Craven

Crimson

Croft

Dabney

Danvers

Dayholt

Delpy

Driver

Dyer

Eades

Edge

Epithet

Epps

Evert

Farley

Fell

Fenner

Fig

Finch

Findlay

Fletcher

Foley

Fowler

Fray

Freud

Frost

Geller

Gill

Guest

Hale

Hapley

Harp

Hart

Hearst

Hooper

Hunt

Hyde

Ivy

Jinx

Keller

Kersey

Kingsley

Knight

Knox

Kraft

Krav

Laveau

Lecter

Lock / Lockwood

Lowell

Lush

Marr

Mills

Mist

Morgan

Morrison

Murray

Myers

Oaks

Patel

Pierce

Pike

Powell

Price

Pruitt

Quint

Quiver

Random

Ripley

Ryder

Sears

Sloane

Sparks

Stele

Strom

Sutton

Talbot

Tate

Thorne

Twig

Twist

Tycho

Utley

Valentine

Vance

Vaughn

Vos

Walker

Wallow

Weaver

Webb

Wiley

Wilkes

Winston

Wreath

Wright

Wrong

York

Zella

Zepeda

[jicklet]

Fanfic Author Questions

I was tagged ages ago by @breaumonts !

Author Name: Jicklet. Anything under older usernames....no one needs to see that :)))

Fandoms You Write For: Choices: The Royal Romance (Maxwell x MC), Dragon Age, Mass Effect, She-ra (Seamista), One Day at a Time (Alvareider)

Where You Post: AO3 and Tumblr

Most Popular One-shot: Not an exclamation mark, but a colon. which is both flattering and mortifying XD ilu Alvareider fandom ♥

Most Popular Multi-Chap: Secrets, my TRR drabble collection, which I now wish I'd just posted as separate one-shots, but here we are.

I only have one work that I actually consider a multi-chapter, as in concepted as one piece and not just "drabbles in a box", which is I Guess I Care About You, and Other Choices We Keep Making. Which I am rather proud of!

Favorite Story You Wrote: Colors and Light, my Maxwell/Riley one-shot after they're married and Riley starts painting again. It shows their new normal and has backstory without being boring, it felt like exactly what I wanted it to be. ♥

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Not an exclamation mark. It was not only the first thing I'd written for the fandom, but the only scandalous thing I'd really posted.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: Sometimes I'll think of a word that kinda summarizes it, sometimes I'll try and find a lyric that fits. Sometimes I'll end up with a phrase stuck in my head while I'm writing, and by the time I'm done I'm married to it.

Do You Outline: Haha whaaaat. Closest I ever came was on "I Guess I Care About You," and that was just when I was reaching the end and trying to figure out what felt like it was missing. Just did a sentence summary of what was happening in each section to check if they felt right.

How Many of Your Stories are Complete: More or less everything posted right now can stand on its own?

In-Progress: I’m currently poking back into my ODAAT wips, before that I had separate docs for all 3 Mass Effects with Olivia Shep/Kaidan drabbles that I’m not sure I’ll be posting bc they’re mostly just character studies, a short Maxwell/Riley m-rated one because they're just fun. Vaguely have my old DA2 Astrid Hawke/Fenris drabbles that I wanted to redo.

Coming Soon: Hopefully something for ODAAT, I have a lot of beginnings that I really liked looking back at them, I just have to figure out where they were going.

Do You Accept Prompts: I'll take ideas! ....as long as the understanding is there that it's unlikely something will come of it because my inspiration is fickle.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: There was one I posted part a while back of that starts off with Penelope complimenting Schneider’s sweater and it turns into an age discussion that is like, almost there. We can do it, me!

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer The Questions: @actuallylorelaigilmore @shadoedseptmbr @ljandersen @alysurr​ @mysticshadows13​

[finleyjayne]

Living a Lie: Chapter 2

Thank you for everyone who helped with this fic, including the fantastic @2smittinkittin​, the wonderful beta for this chapter, and @kittykatlow​, who is still forever supportive.

Summary: Penelope Grace Darling: the name you live by, the only name the world remembers. That doesn’t keep the memories of Y/N out of your head. All you ever wanted to do was create a better world. You thought you were doing that until some unexpected visitors to your hometown turn your world upside down. Can you leave your past behind you in order to keep your loved ones safe? Or will your fragmented memories keep you from the truth?

Pairings: Past Winter Soldier/Reader, Plus sized!Reader. Slow burn Bucky Barnes/ Reader.

Warnings: Dub/Noncon, Rape, Kidnapping, human trafficking (referenced), Underage Rape, Swearing, PTSD, Anxiety attacks, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Non-consenting drug use, underage Drug use, Violence, Domestic Violence, I’m trying to remember what else comes later in the series.

This is a Dark Fic if you don’t like it, Don’t Read It!

Chapter 1

Looking genuinely confused as you try to place the name with the context, your eyes flipping between the four people who were now staring at you. Three highly amused with your confusion and one completely flabbergasted. “Daisy calm down a bit? I am apparently missing something here, and you yelling is definitely not helping me piece it together.”

  At this, Clint bends over himself, clutching his sides as his laughter rips through his chest. What a sexy laugh? Even though it’s at my expense. Nat smirks a little longer than her usual quick flashes. Wanda, ever the peacekeeper, extends her hand, “Hello, My name is Wanda, but I’m usually more recognized by my superhero name: The Scarlet Witch. These are my teammates and friends, Natasha, or The Black Widow, and Clint, also known as Hawkeye. It’s very nice to meet you, Penelope. We definitely appreciate the help with the shoes.”

As her sentences click in your brain, your eyes grow as big as your glasses’ rims. Your jaw pops open, “Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you, too?” You say with a nervous laugh, well, this is embarrassing. “Thank you for coming into our store. Daisy, don’t do anything stupid. I’m going to go grab my purse, and then I’m going to lunch.” you face still plastered with saucer-sized eyes as you slip through the curtains.

How could I not know who they were? I know I use Daisy and Bruce as my source of current events, but I should at least know the Avengers’ faces. You grab your purse, slinging it across your body before proceeding out the front door toward the little corner bakery. At least I didn’t act like a complete fool. Daisy is probably freaking out. I shouldn’t have left her alone with them, she’s going to eat them alive. Who am I kidding? They’ll be fine, they are the Avengers, they can handle an over-excited almost adult. 

Thankfully, lunch and the rest of your shift flew by without any other famous guests. Your nerves were on the fritz, though; it felt as if someone was watching you. No matter what you did, You just couldn’t relax. Every movement drew your attention. Every sound made you flinch. As Bruce came through the door, you burst at the seams with the need to make your escape. You threw a passing goodbye to your boss as you jogged to your car, not even sparing a moment to change the radio back to a public station. You were out of the parking lot and on the road in seconds, causing Gertrude to complain loudly. Fighting off the sharp edges of the panic that blistered your mind. Within two blocks, you were pulled over, hand clawing at your chest, sight wavering as you throw Gertrude into park. Before you can even think about counting the rails in the fence, your vision is black. 

“Пожалуйста, прекратите! [Please stop!]” The high-pitched scream echoes through the small, dark room. “Вам не нужно этого делать [You don’t need to do this].” a shock of pain courses over your back as a second resounding crack follows. 

“Тишина [SILENCE],” comes the cold order. “Вы говорите, когда я хочу, чтобы вы говорите! [You speak when I want you to speak!]” two more cracks and, after a second, two more blazing paths are scorching your skin. Confusion is mixed into the muddled neurons of your brain as you hear the metal door sliding open. 

Cautiously you lift your eyes, peering over your shoulder, only to be met by another crack that catches you across the cheek. With another bloodcurdling scream, you fall onto your freshly whipped back. Holding a cuffed hand to your sliced cheek, you meet the coldest pair of steel-blue eyes you have ever seen. “Этого достаточно. Они готовы к этому. [That’s enough. They are ready for it]” came the icy baritone through the black mask. 

    Your assailant scowls at the man. “Пациент не готов. [The subject is not ready]”

    The empty-eyed man ignores him as he steps closer to you. “Они готовы [they are ready],” he repeats. He reaches for your arm mechanically. It was as if he was only going through the motions without knowing what he was doing.

     You flinch from his extended right hand, cowering away. “Вам не нужно этого делать [You don’t need to do this].” comes the pleading voice that you realize is coming from you. 

     He continues forward, dragging you out of the room to the scream of the man you left behind. “Она не твоя [She is not yours]!”

     Sobbing into the steering wheel of your beloved clunker, you hold onto your thick sides. The black-rimmed, ice-filled eyes continue to hover in your peripheral as you come out of the onslaught of memories. It’s not real, I am in Utah, they are not here, he is not here. I am safe. Coulson promised I am safe. After eight more deep breaths, your thoughts are cut off by a peppy, upbeat melody sung by a flowy lyric-soprano. “I know you can hear this Penny, so pick up, or I’ll sing it higher.” As the melody repeats for the third time, you scramble to pick your phone up. 

    “Delilah, I hope you realize that the ringtone you made me is, in fact, the cruelest practical joke anyone has ever succeeded in pulling.” You snip the need to portray normalcy coming through in your irritation at one of your best friends. 

    “I loooove you too, darling.” came the cloying giggle from the other end of the line. “Taylor and I were just talking about the Stark expo that is opening tonight. Also, we haven’t heard from you in a couple of days. Please save me from going to this thing without you. You can interpret Tay’s wild ramblings for me, and you can get out of that dungeon you call a bedroom for a night! It’ll be fun! Pleeeeeeeease~.” 

You can see the bright amber puppy-dog eyes she was giving you through the phone. There was no way she would let you off the hook if Taylor was dragging her to the Expo. Knowing Taylor, they had probably pre-ordered three VIP passes months ago and had been secretly geeking out since, waiting to haul us to their favorite displays and setting up the perfect itinerary. But also in their excitement, forgot to tell us about it until now.  

With a sigh, you throw your head back onto the headrest. “I’m going whether or not I want to, aren’t I?”

“You know us so well,” came Taylor’s dark-tenor chuckle through the speaker. 

“Well, I’m headed to my appointment up there right now. If you want to meet me at the east entrance of the Salt Palace afterward...” You resign, glancing at the radio clock in the dash. “I should be done by the time you get there, but I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” Delilah squeals, and Tay’s hums in contentment. 

“See you there,” they both reply. “Drive safe, Drive smart.”

“You too. I’d suggest taking Trax if you can. The parking is gonna be a nightmare. I can take y’all home when we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan. See you there,” Tay calls through Lila’s squeals before hanging up.

Staring blankly through the window for a minute before turning on the radio and making your way back into heavy Utah traffic.  

An hour later, you pull into the large parking structure, running out of the car and into the blazing summer heat. Fucking Utah drivers. Unable to go a single day without causing some sort of preventable crash. Bursting into the large hospital, you clip your little identification tag before heading to the research lab where they run all their tests. Pulling your shoulders back as you scan your ID and pass the double doors that say: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

You follow the labyrinth of hallways to a small medical-exam room in the furthest corner of the buildings. X-rays, MRIs, and Photos were stuck to lightboards around the room. With a huff, you look away from the gruesome images, towards a devilishly-handsome blond clothed in SHIELD emblazoned shrubs and a University of Utah Hospital doctor’s coat. The modelesque picture on his ID not doing him justice. 

“Hello, Miss Darling, only ten minutes early. What happened, you get stuck in traffic?” His aggravatingly-nasal voice pierced through the sounds of him typing on his small laptop, reminding you just how much you dislike this man. 

“Yes, actually, Dr. Fenris. There were three crashes on I-15, and then there was a line of cars four miles long getting off for the Expo. I never realized that there was enough parking for that here.” I grit my teeth, plastering on my smile at his joke. 

“Well, I see no use dilly-dallying any further; if you’ll change into your gown and then sit on the exam table, we’ll start with that today, then we’ll head to the MRI and X-ray followed by your physical strength and endurance testing.” Dr. Fenris said as you grabbed the scratchy hospital gown off the end of the exam table and started changing. There is no use hiding your body, this man has seen every part of my it over the last four years since you’ve come back to the states. If you were honest with yourself, you would stop these useless exams. The longer they went, the worse you were being treated, and the more you get the feeling that something is wrong. It’s not like they were making any progress in making this “cure” that you are supposedly helping with. 

Gown on, you sit on the bed. Legs dangling off the floor slightly as you wait for Fenris to finish whatever he is typing. As he turns his attention to you with a smirk, a wicked glint enters his eye. “Look at that; just as predicted, your healing time has decreased since the last time you got an abrasion. This week we’re going to analyze how your platelets are going to react to different poisons.”

Looking at him cautiously, you move the slightest bit away from his seat.

“Oh silly, we are going to do it in the lab. Just a couple of vials of blood from you are needed. For now, at least.” He placates jovially, pulling out a tray of vials and a winged phlebotomy kit. 

You warily keep your eye on him as he comes around to the side of the table. Right as he’s about to stick you, a knock comes at the door. You look at the doctor surprised. He just gives a tight smile, showing a tight smile as he turns to the door, opening it. “Dr. Banner, I didn’t think you were going to come in today.” the jittery surprise made evident his cheerful mask. 

“I wasn’t planning on it. Then I noticed that the subject of your tests was going to be in today and couldn’t help but want to see her for myself.” responded the gentle-looking man with salt and pepper hair and black-rimmed, nerd glasses. “My name is Dr. Bruce Banner. I am here to check on the status of Dr. Fenris’ research.” 

“Hey,” you say with an awkward little wave, “I’m Penelope, but I guess you knew that already since I am his research,” you can’t help the self-deprecating chuckle and tight smile that follow Dr. Banner’s staring. “You just got to his favorite part. Fenris here was just about to stab me like Vlad the Impaler.” Your anxiety at Fenris’ obvious joy from your pain showing slightly.

Dr. Banner looked at you with complete horror. Turning to Dr. Fenris with a look of disgust. “I should hope not. It would be disappointing if this project were to stop. There is great potential for new knowledge and understanding here.”

Giggling slightly at the furious look Fenris throws you, your chest releases. “It was one time, Ms. Darling. And you healed before you even left the hospital.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t do it again, Dr. we-are-testing-your-platelets’-reaction-to-poisons-this-week. I feel like my cautiousness is well deserved, and I still hate needles,” you pout. “Now, if you’ll hurry up and stick me so we can get this over with. I’m supposed to be going to the Stark expo thingy. Gotta play the interpreter between my friends. Though, I’m pretty sure they are just using that excuse to get me to go with them.” 

Dr. Banner chuckled awkwardly as you turn to him, trying to ignore the deplorable doctor to your right. “Anyway, how hopeful are you for this research Dr. Banner? Are you going to the Expo? I hear that they will be talking about the new renewable resource cells Stark Industries is working on. I hope that they are planning on making them powerful enough to bring about an electric car. There are just too many oil refineries around here to be healthy. I personally would hop on that electric car bandwagon if there was one affordable and efficient.”

As you rambled, two large sterile culture bottles and six smaller tubes are filled with your blood. Dr. Banner keeps out of the way as Fenris goes about testing your reflexes and taking measurements of your leg, inspecting the other doctor’s work before Looking at the pictures, and medical imaging on the wall. “How long ago were these pictures taken?” He finally asks, pointing to the first set of photographs. Your leg was utterly ravaged, exposing the metal skeleton while the flesh looked like it was used as a cougar’s chew toy. 

“Four years.” I wince, remembering the carnage that Fury and Coulson had found me in. “Almost to the day.” 

“And this one?” gesturing to the next picture; muscle and tendon now in some sense of a sinewy leg. The skin overlying the fragile tissues without much scar tissue. 

“Two weeks later. The next is two weeks after that. I can tell you that growing pains are indeed worth all the crying that children do over them.” You joke, looking at the almost normal looking appendage in the picture, then at the more tone,d version currently attached to your body. 

“Can you feel it? When did it start?” You could tell that Banner’s questions were from a scientific fascination that made you smirk. He looked kind of like a little boy set loose in a candy store; intrigued, and full of genuine curiosity.

“I can’t really feel it, but my brain started to connect to it a few months after the initial accident. I am kinda glad I can’t feel it though. Getting back feeling all at once makes ‘pins and needles’ look like child’s play. Though according to Dr. Fenris, my body is apparently fully healed, and I could get the feeling back any second.” 

“Have you had today’s scans? Can I see them?”

“Not yet. That comes after the blood draw today, Then it’s time for some superhero training. Apparently, it’s not enough to take all my healing into account. I’m also being studied as a Superhuman… Fenris here likes to refer to me as a Supersoldier. I don’t really see how that fits since I never was technically a soldier-” 

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind me accompanying you, we can see what you can do. Who knows maybe by the end of today you’ll be vetted into the Avengers.”

“I don’t think that will be a possibility, Dr. Banner. I don’t think SHIELD is a big fan of my existence. I am only useful as a lab rat.”

The man looks to Fenris through the corner of his eye. “Is that right? I have a feeling many things about this research are going to be changing,” a deep undertone of discontent laced through the Dr.’s words. 

Throughout the next hour, more medical tests are done. By the time we are back into the little exam room, you are full of pent up energy. Now was your favorite part of these appointments. You get to actually use some of the ‘powers’ that You were given. You could set yourself free.

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thinking about how fenris never knows peace after the events of da2 because he ends up with 3 assassins and they won’t stop stealing his kills

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whatever may come — a playlist for penelope hawke & fenris. (38 songs total)

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“are you certain? i’m willing to listen.” “to my whining? very charitable of you.”

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i am thinking about modern au penelope and fenris. the two of them in her apartment, which currently smells like a bakery because nell is in the kitchen making cookies. fenris sprawled out across the sofa on his laptop writing. the tv is on for background noise. there’s a large cat curled up on a chair in the sunshine. it’s raining outside.

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oh i love them

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penelope and fenris are the same in any universe tbh it’s just

fenris: introduces himself

penelope: immediately starts treating him like she’s known him her entire life because that’s just how she is

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penelope, jerking awake at 3am: i’m gonna bake a pie

fenris, half asleep with his face smashed into a pillow: apple

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penelope finds a tiny kitten and brings it home and often discovers it curled around fenris’ neck like a scarf

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46. shimmer!

moonlight reflects off the water, the impression of thousands of glittering fish rippling across the surface has penelope so engrossed she doesn’t hear fenris behind her. she doesn’t even realize he’s there. not until his hand is on her shoulder, chin resting atop her head and she exhales heavily. letting her weight shift, bend, fall to rest entirely against him. she’s always propped herself up on her own, broken arrows and bent blades holding her aloft. now, now she finds herself with friends and help and someone who has carved a place for himself in her chest, just below her ribs. so she falls. just a little.

the bottle of fereldan whiskey hangs from her hand, bumping against her hip. it’s almost empty. this will be the end of this bottle and she’ll need to get more before next year.

“nell?” his voice rumbles against her back and she hums, twirling the bottle around.

“thank you,” it’s barely audible over the sounds of the water so she reaches back with her free hand, squeezes his bicep. years they’ve been doing this and he never fails to show up. sometimes with food. sometimes with nothing but his arms and voice and soft words.

she steps away.

the loss of his warmth is sharp, digs deep at the base of her spine, but she stands at the edge of the dock. alone. she pops the bottle open and pours what is left into the shifting waves below.

“miss you carv.”

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we’re 1100 words in folks so here have a lil bit

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“Did you - You show up looking like,” Penelope waves her hands at him. Flails around in the passenger seat and shit it’s probably a good thing he hasn’t started driving yet.

“Looking like?” Fenris moves, shifts, arms flexing just a bit and her eyes catch on his bicep and she is going to kill this elf.

“You’re a right bastard.”

He laughs, loudly. Tips his head back against the seat, folds an arm across his stomach and shakes his head. When he finally stops, he smiles at her so wide his dimples show up and Maker’s breath this man is going to kill her.

“I take it you do not want to go out tonight?” Smug fucking bastard. She wants —

She wants a lot right now.

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@harelan made some excellent instagram templates so naturally, the main girls got profiles. (click to see them fullsize)

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oh penelope baking while fenris sits on the counter and helps*

*(he eats the raw cookie dough)