Some Misc Thoughts On The Architect In Awakening

Some misc thoughts on the Architect in Awakening

I haven’t quite finished DAA yet (though I generally know what happens in it) but anyway:

– Why does the Architect seem so interested in the Warden specifically? Like he’s kidnapped/experimented on/killed other wardens recently, but HoF is particularly sought? Why? Is it just their combat and leadership ability that makes them a good potential ally (though if alliance is his only goal, why risk antagonizing them by kidnapping and experimenting on them in the first place)? Or is it something deeper, like because they killed the Archdemon and survived? In general, their blood should be no different from that of other wardens … right?

– What exactly did the Architect do to the Warden? Ngl, it freaked my Tabris out to come to and hear him say her wounds had been healed when she had no wounds when she was captured. This could just be a general comment because the game assumes the Warden had some wounds when captured, but eugh. Nightmare fuel.

– It’s kind of cute that the Architect wears his gold mask for his meeting with the Warden. Like, the cognitive dissonance of “Hi, I’ve abducted you and I have the appearance of an eldrich horror no matter what but I want to look my best for it.”

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Phineas / 7th Year!Reader

Phineas Nigellus Black stared at you across from his desk, having been called into his office in the middle of your NEWT level alchemy class. His perfectly manicured mustache twitched in time to the quiver of his bottom left eyelid. He was understandably annoyed, given his robes had been permanently dyed an atrocious shade of pink. A shade of pink that was your hallmark.

You’d spent the last seven years at this institution filling the halls with all sorts of havoc and chaos, that frankly in your opinion cut the humdrum tedium of class work with a bit of fun. Of course the staff had other opinions. Namely the man before you. The worst Headmaster of Hogwarts, in the opinion of all your classmates anyway. You on the other hand, found the prickly and smarmy and outright dandy Headmaster quite fetching. Especially in that shade of pink.

“Headmaster, is there a reason you summoned me?” You ask, with all the innocence you could muster.

Phineas Black’s gaze squinted, his nostrils raised as though he smelled something putrid and his gloved fingers gripped his wand tightly. “I should have you hanging from the rafters by your ankles for your cheek, you insipid child!” He snapped.

If you had any sense, you would have looked mollified. So instead of shrinking back, properly admonished or fearful, like so many of your classmates would do if they were in your spot, you sigh wistfully. “Promise?”

Phineas’s reaction is everything you wanted. Horror, pale, quickly followed by the rush of rouge flooding his cheeks. This was why you did it. You could barley contain the mirth in your chest.

“Oh dear, headmaster. You seem to be matching your new set of robes. Are you alright?” You coo out, leaning forward as though to help him.

“Do not touch me!” Phineas seethed. His mouth moved silently, He looked almost apoplectic as he tried to find an appropriate punishment but he’s tried them all on you. All seven years and none of them ever worked. "You shall be appropriately punished.”

"But sir, I don't know what you mean. I haven't done anything warranting any sort of punishment." You bat your eyelashes at him, to really sell your innocence.

“I know this -" He gestured at his normally green robes with an offended look - "-is your doing.”

"Me?" You touch your chest and lean back. "Sir, I could never have made such a fetching set of robes. I haven't the skill."

"Do not play coy with me." He ground out.

"Coy? Me. Never." You smile widely. Part of your skills was never admitting any wrong doing and always weaseling around any accusations. Not to mention every prank could never be tied to you - even if the professors all knew, they just could never prove it. Frustrating for them, but a challenge for you. It kept you busy - thinking of new ways to time things so you looked completely innocent.

Oh sure the first few dozen times you unintentionally got others in trouble - but eventually you got good at making sure no one took the blame. Not even Peeves. And your efforts were paying off now - even if you'd been summoned by the Headmaster.

Though, admittedly he had let your pranks go - being a fellow Slytherin. Until it targeted him. Not that he could prove it, and not that any of the other professors would out you. Not for the years they suffered at your hands and the Headmaster never believed them.

So it was, a stalemate as you stared the Headmaster down, smiling waiting to see how he could justify a punishment with no proof and none of the faculty backing him up. Not with your parents on the board of governors ready to give him a dressing down should he make one move against you.

You fully expected him to admit defeat, as the other professors eventually did and to send you back to class.

That's not what he did. He simply smiled.

"You are in your seventh year, correct?" Phineas questioned, all frustration gone from his voice as he stood there - smoothing out his pink robes.

"I am." You answer simply, unsure where he was going.

"Hmm." He smiled, and crossed the office toward a cabinet. A flick of his wand and it popped open, with a parchment scroll. "Ah...yes And your birthday was last term too." He looked up, a mischievous and sinister light to his gaze.

"Headmaster?" You ask, your tone even even if you were suddenly apprehensive.

"Stand up." Phineas set the scroll down. "I do apologize. I needn't treat you like a student." He stated while tucking his arms behind his back.

You stand up out of your seat.

"Its entirely inappropriate, considering you are an adult now." He continued, smoothly. "Especially as there are other methods with which I can punish you."

"Sir?"

Phineas stepped into your personal space. You step back once and he advances quickly until your back is pressed against a table. Phineas slams his hands down on the table, entrapping you there, boring down on you.

"What methods, Headmaster?"

"Call me Master." He seethed. It was a delicious sound, positively vicious and stoking a fire inside you that none of your peers had ever done before.

"Master -" the sound is wrenched from you involuntarily and you shiver as his breath is hot in your face and then ears as he leans down to whisper.

"Target me again, and you shall learn what those methods are." The wet pop of his lips, and the barest touch of his tongue against the curve of your ear is the most he touched you before he stepped back, leaving a gaping cold space between you, and he was straightening his cravat. "Dismissed."

god of war ragnarok is so real for giving us found family dinner scenes with everyone. even if they’re all either awkward or end in arguments

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Anders/f!Hawke (Valia Hawke)

1435 words

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries

fluff

Hawke asks Anders to move in. Her timing is a little weird though.

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“It hurts,” Valia groaned as he eased her down on the cold, hard floor of her hallway.

Oranna and Bodahn hurried towards them as they heard the door bursting open. She, let out a shriek at the view of Hawke’s bloodied body. Bodahn, swore. “Messere! What happened?”

“A Coterie ambush as we were coming home.” Anders had carried her away from the fight, which had erupted a few streets from there. Her friends were probably still fighting out there as he had brought her to safety.

She was severely wounded.

Anders sent Oranna and Bodahn looking for poultices and water basins and then kneeled down next to her, roaming his hands above her to check for all the injuries he could not see. She had been thrown against a wall by a mage. Among other things.

“It fucking hurts,” she groaned again.

“I know, love. Hang on. It will get better, I promise.”

Her eyes were starting to close. “Sleep. I wanna sleep,”

He jerked her awake with his magic. “Don’t.”

“Hey stop!” she cried out in surprise. She hated when he did that. The sensation was irking. “That’s not fair. Lemme sleep…” She tried to push away his hands but could barely move her arm.

“No, I can’t let you do that. You have to stay with me.” Her pulse was weakening. “Focus, Hawke. Sleeping is bad right now. It’s very bad.”

“Of course you’re the one saying that.”

“What do you mean?” He said distractedly, anything to keep her talking and not passing out. If she lost consciousness now, he wasn’t sure he would be able to bring her back.

“You never sleep.”

“That’s not true. I slept here yesterday. And I’ll stay and sleep here tonight if you behave.”

She snorted but hissed right after. The pain came in waves, and sometimes it was almost unbearable. And her eyelids were so very heavy. Sleeping felt like such a good idea right now. “Can’t stay awake,” she mumbled as her eyes closed again, “just a minute, Anders.”

He used the same magic trick as before, and she grunted loudly. “Maker’s balls, you’re annoying.”

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"kill yourself in front of people to forever change the trajectory of their life" was literally me as a child. I was constantly trying to die or at least injure myself. publicly. so people would freak out. what the fuck was wrong with me