This is my first ever fanfiction, please review! It would be great to have some feedback. Of course, I do not own any of Dragon Age/Bioware stuff, but I do own my version of Hawke, if that's okay. :)

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Dear Varric Tethras,

I am writing to inform you that you are not alone. The death of your brother, Bartrand Tethras did not go unnoticed, and we would like to invite you as head of house back to your original house in Orzammar. Everything will be explained once you reach Orzammar, just go to your family home. There will be a banquet held in your honour once you arrive.

You know where it is.

Sincerely,

A sorely missed friend.

"You have got to be shitting me," Varric muttered under his breath as he read the letter over and over, making sure it was not his eyes deceiving him. Clutching the letter tight in his grasp, a million things were running through his mind as the dwarf ran through Lowtown; who was this 'friend'? What could they possibly want with him? Is it dangerous? Only one person knows how to handle such things. His beautiful human mage friend; Hawke.

Hawke leaned against the fireplace in the library of her mansion, smiling impishly but with a look of patience in her eyes as she gazed at Fenris sitting upright in the chair before her; he was concentrating on learning how to read the book she had given him on Shartan. Danarius never bothered to teach the elf to read; and now she was giving Fenris the gift, despite knowing the fact that it shamed him every time he used to storm into her house and demand her to read whatever he needed her to. It was time for him to learn.

Fenris concentrated on the words spread across the pages, reading them out like a child learning to read in his usual baritone voice, one that made Hawke weak to the knees as she tried to concentrate on helping her elven friend, but she always seemed to watch his lips and listen to his exotic voice. After that...one night three years ago, even after she helped Fenris gain the freedom he truly deserved when she assisted him in killing Danarius, his former master, Fenris had not made one move on her. This frustrated the mage to the point of bursting. Why was he being so distant? He only came for her lessons now and they would always stay in this position; her leaning on the fireplace, yearning for the lanky elf and well...Fenris would just be the usual Fenris.

She couldn't help but want him. She loved him, in all honesty. It may have seemed crazy to the rest of her companions but she was madly in love with the broody elf. He was a strong warrior, smart, honest, trustworthy and oh Maker...he was handsome! That white hair that felt like silk, piercing green eyes that could melt hers, tanned skin covered in those lyrium markings and his voice, oh sweet Maker she loved his voice! He never lied to her and was always blunt and straight-forward with her, not holding any opinions back. Unless it was about his own feelings. Hawke ran a hand through her long deep red hair, tendrils of deep red flowing in-between her fingers.

"An-, Andras-" Fenris started to mouth out the words.

"Andraste." Hawke corrected him, making Fenris' lyrium markings glow with anger and embarrassment.

"Venhedis! This is useless," Fenris glared up at Hawke with immense frustration

He didn't mean to snap. Not at Hawke. His Hawke. She had shown him nothing but kindness and patience and all he would do is break his heart. Fenris knew he had the moment he walked out on her three years ago after their passionate love-making. He was a fool. A coward. But now he was a free man, which all seemed new to him. But since Danarius lay dead on the cold hard floor after Fenris had snapped his neck and ripped out his heart, the elf could let go of the hate that had been poisoning his soul to focus on what he wanted in life. He wanted Hawke. He loved her, and would do anything to protect her from harm.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." the elf started to try and apologise before he saw Hawke just nod with not pity, but acknowledgement at his frustration and gave him her amazing smile that made his heart beat faster.

He loved everything about her. Her long blood red hair that was always in a single long plait that was almost down to her waist; although her side fringe covered her right eye which was a stunning emerald green. He loved her laugh, her smile, her curvaceous body and everything else in-between. But now was not the time, he needed to wait, no matter how much it pained him.

"Hawke, we've got a problem!" Varric called out from the main hall of Hawke's estate. But her charming, smooth voice did not reply to his announcement.

This troubled Varric, Hawke was always at home if she wasn't on the job. It was Hawke's day off, where is she?

He soon heard the sound of frustrated growls and snaps, followed by his Hawke's calming chime.

"Maker what is she doing now?" the dwarf muttered to himself.

Varric followed his attuned ears to the library; he pressed his ear against the door.

"You will never learn if you don't try." He heard the Champion purr to the mysterious man with her.

"Venhedis!" The man growled in an aggressive tone.

Varric instantly knew who was with the dear Champion.

"You wanted to learn Fenris…"

"No I didn't! You found that book and thought it would be fun to teach the slave to read." Fenris lied through gritted teeth.

Varric sneakily opened the door, the pair still hard not noticed the dwarf leaning on the door frame. Fenris was seated in the chair facing the lit fireplace with a rather large book in his hand. Hawke on the other hand, was leaning on the stone fireplace, looking smugly at the frustrated elf.

"But what would happen if you got a romantic poem from a secret admirer?" Hawke jested; a small smirk tugged the sides of her soft lips.

Fenris threw the book on the ground, some pages managed to escape and drift into the fire. Hawke shook her head;

"Now that was a waste."

Fenris growled "Festis bei umo canavarum."

Varric coughed as soon as Fenris was about to go on one of his broody, 'I-hate-the-world' rages.

"Sorry to interrupt your little domestic dispute, but I am in need of Hawke."

The pair instantly stiffened, glaring at Varric. Fenris still had a scowl fixed onto his face, whilst Hawke smiled smugly at her dwarf companion, looking at him with her deep green eyes. He just laughed slightly and shook his head.

"What would you say if I received an invitation from House Tethras for a banquet in my honour?"

Hawke stood upright, a confused expression sealed onto her face as she folded her arms.

"But I thought you and Bartrand were the last of your line?" Fenris pointed out.

"True, but this may be something worth checking out, what do you say Hawke?"

The dwarf looked up at his human friend, she sighed and as she strode, with such natural grace, out of the room, and she ruffled his blonde locks which caused him to just shake his head and laugh quietly, the Tevinter elf growled but just loud enough for the dwarf to hear. Varric raised an eyebrow before Hawke quickly said;

"Free food and a trip out of Kirkwall? Count me in, just as long as we don't turn into the banquet," she purred as she made her way up the stairs.

Both men were staring at her swaying hips, Fenris swallowed what seemed to be a lump in his throat as he was entranced by her hips. His captivation was broken by the chuckle of his dwarven companion.

"Just tell her already, Broody."

"This is none of your business."

"It could be, I mean, I need to add this tale to the many one of Hawke's adventures."

Fenris growled and folded his arms, leaning against the stone walls, staring at Hawke's bedrooms door. Suddenly the door opened and Hawke stood there in the robes that Varric had found and altered to fit her, since they were originally her father's robes. The robes showed every curve voluptuously, the dark blue and burgundy robes contrasting against her pale skin.

Maker she looked beautiful. For a mage.

"To the Hanged Man then?" Hawke smiled at her two companions, "Oh and send word to the others, this will be a fun trip to plan indeed.