Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age or any of the persons, places, or things associated with it. It all belongs to Bioware. I technically own Devlin, but only in the way everyone owns their own Inquisitor.

Note: This is going to be eight chapters long, one for each of my Inquisitors and their love interests. I'll be doing the same thing with other concepts that I have in my head, just so it doesn't seem like I'm favoring certain characters when it comes to actual character building. This concept specifically, A Different Kind of Romance, is simply to display the different kinds of relationships each character has to their love interest. There will be no sex in this fanfic, just some implications of it and discussions if it fits.

Warnings: Discussed sexuality, femslash, light making out, mild language.

Devlin and Sera
Fun and Games

Sera and Devlin never played the same game twice. They sat on the roof of the tavern, drinking and talking and laughing until one of them decided making out where half of Skyhold could see them was a good idea. Until then, though, they made up a new game to play every time.

Sometimes it was a physical challenge. Sera loved games that let her show off her aiming skills, throwing things in buckets that they scattered on the ground or shooting targets on nearby walls. Devlin liked showing off her Qunari strength and agility. Races across the roofs and walls were her favorites. But other times they liked games that didn't involve doing such things. Today they decided on a word game.

"Okay, so 'A' to 'Z,' we have to think of words."

"What kind of words?" Sera asked, taking a bite out of one of the muffins Devlin brought up with her. Muffins were their new thing that week. They changed their thing every few days, but the agreement was that it had to be a thing for just the two of them. The previous thing was sitting on a blanket of pure Orlesian silk while on the roof. Devlin liked it because she loved soft things. Sera just liked the faces Josephine and Vivienne made every time they brought it in covered in dirt and leaves. They were pretty sure the two women had it burned when they moved onto muffins.

"Just… words. Any words, as long as they're real words. One of us starts with 'A,' then the other does 'B' and it goes back and forth."

"So, any words as long as it's the next letter up. Okay, then I'll start. 'A.' Arrows."

"Like I didn't see that coming," the Qunari rogue rolled her eyes. "Okay, 'B.' Uh… oh, Bull."

"'C.' Coryphespit."

"Corypheus. It shouldn't count if you didn't say it right."

"Fine, hardass," Sera stuck her tongue out and thought. "Cookies."

"'D.' Dinglehopper."

"Hey, if I'm not allowed to use my insulting nicknames for our worst enemies, you're not allowed to use your stupid made-up pet name for the wrong thing."

"Alright, alright," Devlin laughed. "Fair enough. Okay, Dorian."

"Are you just gonna use everyone's names?"

"If I think of them when I get to the letters. Come on, your turn. 'E'."

"'E…' 'E…' uh… oh! Everite!"

"Ooh, good one. For 'F' I'm going to say… FIRE!"

Below them a group of trainees had lined up targets along the barrack walls and were practicing their archery. At the, what seemed to them, loud, sudden order from their Inquisitor they all did as they were told, whether they were ready or not. Several at least hit the targets. A couple even got a bullseye. A few hit the wall and their arrows uselessly broke and fell to the ground.

One unlucky recruit at the end was startled by the sudden outcry and his arrow arched far to the left. Cassandra, who had been practicing at her training dummy, threw herself out of the way. The arrow embedded itself into the dummy's nethers.

"Nice shot!" Sera yelled down to the now panicked-looking recruit. He looked stuck somewhere between apologizing and bolting.

The seeker only glared at him for a moment before turning her deadly gaze up to the pair on the roof.

"My bad!" Devlin smiled sheepishly, waving down at her. When Cassandra only continued to silently glare she picked up a baked good and tossed it. "Muffin for a peace offering?"

Cassandra caught it with one hand and no effort, marching off as she tore a bite out of it. The trainee archers parted quickly as she stormed by. The one who almost killed her looked ready to piss himself. Probably already did, honestly.

"I'm… going to be paying for that later, aren't I?" Devlin cringed.

"Oh, yeah. But first, my turn. 'G.' Glaaaaaaare…" Sera leaned in towards Devlin, mimicking the look Cassandra had given her.

The rogue snickered, putting a finger on her lover's forehead and pushing her away. "Okay, okay. 'H.' Uhhhh…. Hmm… this is a hard one. Oh, that's it, Harding."

"There are so many dirty jokes I want to make right now that I can't decide which one to use."

"Then how about you just think of an 'I' word, you pervert?"

"You're a fine one to talk. Alright, 'I.' Uh… shit. I only wanna use good words. Eluvian."

"That starts with an 'E'."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah," Devlin leaned back and crossed her legs, bathing in the sunlight. As cold as Skyhold's mountainous location was, it was also a haven of sunshine during most days. "E-L-U-V-I-A-N. You got it wrong so I get to steal the letter."

"What?" Sera knitted her brows together, trying to remember what they agreed to at the start of the game. "When did that become a rule?"

"Just now. I didn't think we'd actually spell one wrong, so I didn't think of what to do in case it happened when we started."

"You can't just make up rules!"

"You do it all the time when we're playing shooting games. And you're already better at those than me, so how fair do you think that is?"

"Ugh, fine. You get to do 'I'."

"Indignant."

"Alright then, 'J' is for Jenny. Which is what I'm gonna start getting all up on you if you don't stop being a smartass with me."

"Sorry, sorry," Devlin held her hands up in surrender. "'K' for Kiss and make up?"

"Psh," Sera made an amused yet exasperated sound. "Fine." She got on her knees and leaned up, pulling the Qunari woman into a kiss. Their mouths crushed against each other in the carnal manner they usually did, passionately trying to drink in each other's beings. Devlin wound an arm around the elf's tiny waist, pulling her in so they were all but entwined. Her other hand gave Sera's petite rear a squeeze. The archer broke the kiss, grinning. "'L' is for Lips. Specifically yours. I really like yours."

Devlin smirked. "I think your lips are pretty spectacular, too." She gave the elven woman a yank, pulling her up to straddle the Qunari's lap. They continued to kiss and grope, hands exploring each other as their tongues intertwined. Sera was getting hot and bothered by the affair, which was why she was annoyed when Devlin suddenly broke the kiss, pushing a baked treat between their faces. "'M.' Muffin."

Sera made an indignant sound, shoving back onto the roof. "Not fair."

"That's two words."

The elf responded by raspberrying her.

"Hey, we can't have fun time until we finish our game. We always play by that rule. Otherwise we'd never finish anything. Anyway, it's my turn. 'O.' Ominous."

"Hmph. 'P' is for… Pissballs."

"Wow, it took longer for you to come out with a curse than I thought you would."

"I wasn't mad at you before," Sera hissed. "Your turn."

"'Q.' 'Q,' 'Q,' 'Q'…" Devlin looked around for inspiration.

Sera raised an eyebrow, looking the rogue up and down. "Tell me you're kidding."

"Joking, joking! Just trying to lighten you back up," Devlin said, giving a lop-sided grin. "Qunari."

"'R.' Uh… Rifts."

"'S'. Ssssssss…" Devlin leaned over and pecked Sera on the cheek. "Smooch."

"Ugh, no trying to charm me now. 'T…' Tevinter."

"'U.' Uhhh…"

"Okay, 'V'."

"That wasn't my word! It wasn't even a word, it was a vague sound!" Devlin exclaimed.

"Too bad, I'm counting it. 'V' is for… Varric."

"Now who's resorting to names?"

"No one said we can't do the same kind of lame-ass cheating."

"Alright, 'W.' Winter Palace."

"Okay. Oh, shit. I got 'X'!" Sera groaned, rubbing her temples. "'X…' 'X'…"

"Come on, give it a shot," Devlin said.

"Um… oh, Exploding Arrow!"

"Nope, that starts with 'E'."

"You try and think of an 'X' word, smartass!"

"Xenial."

"You made that up."

"Nope. It means to be hospitable to a guest."

"Says who?"

"Says those stuck-up nobles you hate so much."

"Ugh, fine. 'Y.' Yuck."

"And that leave me 'Z.' Hmm… shoot."

"Not a 'Z' word."

"That wasn't my answer. Now who's being a smartass? I can't think of anything, anyway. Go for it."

"Zealous," Sera said smugly. "As in what you were about your smarts."

"Hardy-har. I still won. You got two wrong, and I only got one."

"What's the prize, then? Cause I hope you choke on it."

"You better hope I don't, because it's part of you."

There was a pause in which they stared at each other before Sera jumped up, heading for her window quickly. "Well then, hurry and collect! I think we both deserve this prize!"

"Right behind you, sweet stuff!" Devlin chased after her, grinning. It was going to be another fun night of games, but these were the kind more fun in private.