A/N: This is a collection of short drabbles and stories featuring Inquisitor Vidomeda Adaar and Josephine Montilyet. These are mostly fluffy and romantic in nature, a place for me to dump all of my fluff and other stuff for them (though there could be some angst as well). As I write them as I receive prompts, they will be out of chronological order.

Thanks for reading! :)

Homecoming

They crested the hill together and for the first time Vidomeda saw Antiva City.

It was a sprawling, glittering puzzle of marble and metal and water, canals cutting zigzagged paths across the city like the patterns in a child's kaleidoscope. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to the city's design; it had merely grown, organically, until it had taken its current shape and form.

It was mesmerizing.

And somehow terrifying.

Though Vidomeda doubted that it was really the city's confusing patterns that were scaring her (not that she would ever admit that she was afraid).

"It's beautiful, is it not?" Josephine said happily, smiling widely from her saddle. She patted the neck of her white mare as she gazed fondly at her hometown. "It's been years since I have seen her. Antiva City."

"Mhm."

Josephine raised an eyebrow. "Are you all right?"

Vidomeda was jolted from her stupor. "Me? Oh, I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

"No reason," Josephine said. "It's just you looked… Well. You looked… Anxious."

"Me? Anxious?" Vidomeda blew out a puff of air as she brushed a lock of black hair off of her forehead, hooking it behind her right horn. "I'm never anxious. I was the Inquisitor. What would make me anxious?"

Josephine sighed. "You're very transparent, you know."

Vidomeda's shoulders fell. "Shit," she muttered. "I knew you would see right through me."

"Again, because you're very transparent."

Josephine glanced behind her at the road. Failing to find swift passage home, she and Vidomeda had chosen to take the scenic route. After a passage by ship to the Free Marches, they had had a pleasant journey on horseback through Antiva's rich countryside towards the capital. That was all coming to an end now. Feeling the anticipation of her homecoming, they had raced ahead of their carriages and escort. They had little to fear this close to the city—they were mostly surrounded by vineyards and farms. And even if bandits decided to attack two ladies on the road, one of them was both a talented mage and a towering Qunari who could dispatch a high dragon without breaking a sweat.

Bandits would probably keep their distance.

"What's wrong?" Josephine asked.

"I just…" Vidomeda paused, looking out at the sprawling city again. It seemed so close now. There was no turning back. "This feels so real," she said. "Coming here with you, coming to live with your family… A Vashoth mercenary living in the house of an Antivan noble family? Do you know what kind of gossip that's going to create?"

Josephine nodded. "I'm well aware. I've taken steps to combat it. Though you will find that Antiva is not as… uptight as Orlais." She chuckled. "Since when do you care about gossip?"

"Since… Since I realized that I'd be meeting your parents soon enough." Vidomeda made a face. "You turned over a marriage contract because of me."

"If I remember correctly, Lord Ortranto overturned the marriage contract because of us." Josephine leaned over and reached out with a gloved hand. "Everything will be all right," she said, taking Vidomeda's hand in her own. "I promise. My family loves you already. You met Yvette, did you not? She was over the moon! Oh, the letters I received from her—and Mother says she hasn't stopped talking about you since the night of the Halamshiral ball!"

Vidomeda sighed. "I am being silly, aren't I?"

"Not at all," Josephine replied. "This is a change. We are all nervous before change, especially the most significant ones in our lives, no?"

Vidomeda squeezed her hand. "Why are you so perfect?" she sighed.

"Because I try very, very hard," Josephine said lightly, her smile brightening her eyes. "Shall we?"

"I'll race you."

"I'll win."

"You don't know that until you do!"

Vidomeda and Josephine took off down the hill and across the countryside, their cheeks flushed and their colourful cloaks flowing out behind them as their galloping horses headed for home.