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Tagging @lilbittymonster, @pikapeppa, @dirthenera and anyone else who wants to share. No pressure!

After a nice break to rest my Muse (by which I mean write a bunch of other stuff), I've come back to Mirabull. It's still slightly slow going, but better than it would be if I was trying to force myself, so I'm happy. Have some...

Chapters: 120/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Solas|Fen'Harel, Rogue Inquisitor, Varric Tethras, Cassandra Pentaghast, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Gereon Alexius, Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Blackwall (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montilyet, Lace Harding, Cole (Dragon Age), Sky Watcher (Dragon Age), Wisdom (Dragon Age), Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Male Mahariel (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, not a self-insert, Non-Canon Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Diary/Journal, Alcohol, Swearing, Snark, Pining, Emotional Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Solas Being Solas (Dragon Age), Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Additional Characters to Be Added As They Show Up, NOW WITH VISUALS Series: Part 1 of Wicked Things Summary:

Imogen McLean is glad she's played the series before. She's read the novels, she's flipped through the comics. She knows what's going to happen. She's got secrets to spill and canon to break. Now if she could just keep her hands off the Dread Wolf, this might all go a bit easier. Besides, he's got plans of his own. He's not the staying kind, and she knows better than to get attached.

You hear that, Thedas? She's not going to get attached. She's not.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked with **. Updates on Wednesdays.

*This fic now has embedded images. More will be added as I take/receive them. Most chapters have something in them, some have several. Screenshots were taken by me, any art is credited to its artist.*

Chapter 120 - A Good Rebirthing

“I hear it was a good fight,” the Thane said, taking her seat on her throne and offering Imogen one of the leather covered stumps around the fire. “The Hakkonites are broken and holdless. Their stragglers yet wander the woods, but their foolish plan died with Gurd Harofsen. And we are grateful for you killing the dragon. Now we can sing him back to life where he belongs, in the land of dreams.”

“To be honest, I'm just relieved it's over.”

Tagged by @a11sha11fade, thank you! 💕

Now, I already did a WIP Wed, and did a word search earlier in the week (last week? what is time anyhow?). But I feel like doing it again, just for you, maggle. 🥰 Not going to tag anyone, but if you feel like it, go on ahead.

Sun - from chapter 100 of WG

Imogen sank into the tub until only her head was above the surface, her chin bobbing in and out of the little waves made by her body displacing the water. At least it was hot. She hadn't thought she'd want a hot bath considering it was summer. But Skyhold seemed to hold steady at a springlike temperature and with the setting of the sun, the air had cooled noticeably.

She'd washed her hair first and piled it into a loose knot on top of her head while she soaked. The heat permeated through aching joints and sore muscles and she relaxed against the rim of the tub with a sigh. She felt weightless in the water, slightly floating. Grateful that one of the luxuries in being Inquisitor had translated to a bathtub nearly big enough to swim in, even in this relatively small space.

Time passed.

Stars - from Of Ruins and Restoration

“All caught up then?” she asked, sliding her dagger back into its sheath. She rolled to her feet, not quite sure why, but presuming that she wouldn't get any more sleep that night.

“I know what I must do.”

“Tell me you don't plan to start in the middle of the night.”

He looked up at the sky, searching the twinkling stars for something. When he looked back down to her, a small smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards. “No, not tonight. I must regain my strength. And perhaps beg a favor.”

“Ask.”

Water - from chapter 104 of WG

There were few people up and about, she found when she left her hut. But a young woman with a toddler on her hip directed Imogen to the narrow path that led down the cliff face to the cave where the hot spring was fed from the lake. It too was quiet at this hour, or everyone was still sleeping off last night's revels. The cave was murky with steam but when she stepped further in, it cleared enough that she saw Solas reclined in the water at the other end of the spring.

It was wide open without partitions for privacy, but here and there were stone slabs set off the ground like tables. She was able to skirt around the edge to the one Solas had neatly folded his clothes upon and did the same with her own. The rustle of fabric and unzipping of her boots sounded muted in the vaporous fog, but it was enough to get his attention. From where she stood, she could see a flush of pink in his skin. The water must truly be hot.

“Do you mind some company?” she asked. Solas lifted his head from the edge of the spring and gazed at her through heavy lidded eyes. Then he smiled.

Heide Goody and Iain Grant, Exit the Dragon