This is my little gift to all my fans out there who have supported me for my first fanfic so far 'Last of the Line'

The Hawke in that story is the same as the one featured in this story, so here's a quick overview of her: mage, curvacious, emerald-green eyes and deep red hair. Her personality will surely come through in the story.

Happy Holidays. :)

The Hawke estate was abuzz with festive cheer. Orana and Hawke were busy in the kitchen whilst Bodahn and Sandal put up decorations, preparing the grand feast for tonight where all of Hawke's companions would be invited for one special festival that Hawke both loved, and loathed every year.

The Gift-Giving Festival.

Hawke had started to love the festival since she could actually give gifts to her friends. She never had any friends until she came to Kirkwall all those years ago, since they were constantly on the run because of Bethany, her Father and herself. This year, everything will be different for her.

But it also meant gifts from specific people would embarrass her, mainly Isabella and Varric.

Last year, when Hawke's mother was still alive, she received a rather large sex toy from the pirate queen. Leandra had almost fainted at the sight and Hawke scowled at Isabella as the entire group started roaring with laughter, even the usual broody elf joined in with the merriment. Then Varric gave Hawke a book (he had written himself) on the 'Sensual Adventures of Mistress Hawke', which was about her sexual adventures with a certain Tevintar elf. Leandra this time, did faint and Bodahn had to assist her back to her quarters, leaving a rather angry and embarrassed Hawke at the table.

Despite all the commotion the book caused last year, Hawke did read it in the end, which gave her many nights of pleasurable reading. She would have to thank the dwarf this year with her gift, who she knew he would adore.

"Mistress, you need to get ready for your guests, they will arrive soon," Orana eventually spoke, exhausted and heated from the warm air of the kitchen, which was filled with the aroma of cake and many sweet treats they had been preparing.

"Please Orana, call me Hawke," she smiled at the elf, wiping flour off her own forehead.

"I'm so sorry…Hawke. I shall run you a bath immediately."

Orana started to scurry off before Hawke stopped her in her tracks, slipping some coin into the elf's hand. Orana's eyes widened in shock, and confusion.

"This is for all the extra work you've done for me today, have the rest of the day off," Hawke turned to leave the kitchen before turning back to the puzzled elf, smiling her best smile and her emerald-green eyes sparkled, "And your present is on your bed."

"T-Thankyou, Mistress," Orana quickly finished preparing the feast for tonight and started to plate it up.

Hawke chuckled as she left the kitchen, her clothes sticky from the heat of the kitchen, which caused her to sweat more than usual. Her eyes peered around the room. Sandal had done an amazing job with the decorations and organising the presents already at the estate, in a small pile in the corner of the room. Smiling, Hawke made her way up to her room and prepared herself a bath.

The warm water soothed her aching muscles after a hard week's work, scrubbing away the flour and sweat in her hair and skin. She praised Sandal's enchantment of the bath tub that allowed the water to stay at just the right temperature for her. Dipping her head under the water, Hawke felt a presence in the room and immediately sat upright; fireballs appeared in her hands as she glanced around to see the threat.

No one was there.

Shrugging, Hawke got out of the tub and started to dry herself off before wrapping the towel around herself and entered her bedroom in order to get ready into a dress Isabella had so kindly lent her to seduce a certain elf she had in mind:

"Fenris…" she sighed as her thumb rubbed the deep violet fabric of the dress.

Even just saying his name made her heart skip a beat and her cheeks blush. She was in love with Fenris, and she waited for him to return those very same feelings to her. Despite killing Danarius and Hadriana, Fenris was still unsure on his freedom and Hawke knew it. But no matter his decision, Hawke loved him and that would never change. Her heart was his. She was not willing to give it to anyone else but him.

She just hoped tonight (with the help of the dress) that she will be his, and he will be hers.

Sliding on the short, deep violet dress, Hawke glared into the mirror at her reflection: her milky white skin completely contrasted with the dress. The cut of the dress ended just above her knees and her knee high black boots complimented the look, the v-neck had left just the perfect amount of her bountiful chest showing that it still left plenty for the imagination.

Maker this better work, Isabella she thought to herself as she tied up the black corset of the dress.

A knock at the door snapped Hawke back into reality.

"Come in."

"Messere Hawke, guests have started to arrive, Master Carver and Messere Fenris I believe," Bodahn declared and at the mention of her brother's name, Hawke was already out the door and stood at the top of the stairs.

Carver and Fenris were putting their presents on the pile, but Fenris tucked one of his presents in the pouch beside the little Amell crest on his belt, which made Hawke smile every time she caught him cradling it.

"Sister! Happy-"

Before he could say anything, Hawke had slid down the staircase and pounced on her little brother, knocking him to the floor as she hugged him tightly.

"Carver!"

"Maker's breath, get off you fool," Carver laughed as he pushed his sister off him playfully before holding her close.

"I missed you, Carver," Hawke looked up at her brother, eyes as wide as a small child seeing their father after he had arrived from a long trip.

"I missed you too, Sister."

Fenris cleared his throat, "Now why don't you greet me whenever I visit your home then, Hawke?" his eyebrow raised and a small smile tugged at the side of his lips, making Hawke blush brightly before she smiled mischievously.

"Oh I would give you more than that, my dear elf," She teased, making Fenris' ears blush as she knew what was going through his mind.

"Please save this for later Sister, where are the others?"

"Right behind you, Junior!" Varric appeared at the doorway with Isabella, Anders and Merrill, all with armfuls of presents.

Isabella gave Hawke a kiss on the cheek, causing Fenris to snarl.

"You will love my present this year, Hawke," Isabella purred as everyone started to take their places at the table, already helping themselves to the wine and ale casks that Bodahn and Hawke had fetched from the cellar.

Aveline and Donnic arrived several moments later, apologising for their delayed entrance. There was trouble in the Keep which needed to be sorted out as soon as possible.

Hawke sighed before joining her companions at the head of the table, the food Orana and herself had prepared earlier was sprawled out on the table. Fenris' eyes lit up as soon as he saw the sweetrolls and chocolate cupcakes before piling most of them onto his plate, his eyes alight like a small child.

Everyone chuckled as the elf began to stuff his face with the sugary goodness, but as he noticed everyone staring at him, his cheeks blushed bright red and turned to Hawke, the look of pure innocence in her eyes. She smiled at him and allowed him to keep eating.

"Messere, me and Sandal will take our meal in our chambers, thank you for cooking such a wonderful meal," Bodahn bowed to Hawke.

"You're presents are on your beds, Bodahn, and thank you Sandal for the decorations!" Hawke beamed.

"I like the pretty lady," Sandal clapped his hands before running to his room.