Josephine and The Iron Bull's chapters were a little challenging since they'll date either sex... hopefully I've managed to write them so that you can insert whatever Inquisitor you want.
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Bedtime Stories – Josephine
"Do you ever sleep?" The words were a strange combination of amusement and concern and they pulled Josephine from the documents she was reading. She smiled up at the Inquisitor who was leaning against the pole closest to her desk, pajamas on and hair mussed.
"You know what they say, 'No rest for the wicked!'" she chirped, returning to the correspondence in front of her. She needed the right phrasing to threaten the Duke without coming right out and saying it.
"Then Corypheus must never sleep," was the sarcastic response she received. A grin tugged at her lips but she continued the letter, not wanting to interrupt the flow. The Inquisitor was still there, a silent presence, and apparently content to let her finish her work before interrupting again.
She signed the letter with a flourish and looked up. "I know why I am still awake," she began, leaning forward and tilting her head as she considered the Inquisitor. "I do not know why you are."
A shrug was all she received in response. "Couldn't sleep."
Josephine frowned. This was the third night the Inquisitor had not slept. Many more and they would be useless. In fact, they had not had a good night of rest since… She blinked as realization settled in to her. "You are worried you made the wrong choice." It was not a question.
"Wouldn't you?" The Inquisitor sank into the chair in front of the fire. "Josie…" Their voice cracked and she was up in a heartbeat, crossing the room to kneel in front of them. "No choice was the right choice. Either way, I failed."
"Do not say that!" Josephine admonished, reaching up to cup the Inquisitor's face in her hands. The Inquisitor tilted their head, savoring the feeling of Josephine's touch. "You're right, there was no easy choice, but you made a choice and now there is balance again and that is what was needed."
"And yet half of those who call themselves my friends disagreed with my actions." They slumped in the chair and covered their eyes with their hands. Josephine looked at the stack of letters waiting on her desk and made a decision.
"Come." She took the Inquisitor's hands from their face and pulled them up, leading them through the nearly empty castle and back to their quarters. "Into bed." Josephine pointed.
The Inquisitor snorted and sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing the Ambassador. "You know the surgeon said no 'strenuous physical activities', Josie," they teased, a smirk pulling at their lips.
Josephine gasped, adopting a scandalized look and earning a few chuckles from the Inquisitor. "Why Inquisitor! I would never-"
"Oh, I beg to differ my dear Ambassador," they interrupted, " If the visiting Diplomats had any idea of just what that silver tongue of yours is capable of-" Josephine smacked them in the face with a pillow and the Inquisitor laughed, falling back in the bed. "Okay, I'm in bed. Now what?"
"Get under the blankets and get comfortable." She grabbed the chair from behind the desk, moving to the side of the bed while the Inquisitor tucked themselves in. They leaned back on a pile of cushions, hands folded on top of the blanket and staring at her expectantly.
Josephine settled into the chair and studied them before nodding. She was a little worried about telling this story. She usually did not like to share her more wild adventures of youth, but thought that this might be worth it. "Once upon a time," she began.
"You're telling me a story." The Inquisitor sounded more than a little dubious.
"Yes. A bedtime story. It always worked for my siblings. Now hush and listen." The Inquisitor obediently leaned back, mouth closed. "Once upon a time, there was a young, Antivan girl." She saw something spark in the Inquisitor's eyes and nodded her head once, acknowledging that it was a story about herself, though she would never admit it out loud. "She was a precocious child," she ignored the Inquisitor's snort of amusement, "and it tended to get her into trouble."
She drew the story out, her voice steady and low, and as she spoke the Inquisitor's eyes began to droop until they slumped over, soft snores coming from their mouth. Josephine stood and readjusted the Inquisitor so they would be more comfortable and then placed a kiss on their forehead. "Not even halfway through," she murmured to herself as she stood, casting a loving glance over her shoulder. "That story works every time."