MODERN DRAGON AGE STORY!!!

Chapter Two: Hello...

***Your POV***

I sat on a chair in a corner of the living room, restringing my Cobain Mustang. Blackwall was cutting up vegetables for a "southern country stir fry" he wanted to try making.

Several guys, all looking completely different, burst into the manor, making me jump.

I recognized two of them, but that's only because they're friends with my brother. "Hey, it's Y/n!" Hawke shouted.

Anders smiled and they were going to try to hug me, but I held up my string pliers like a knife. "Back away slowly and get your hand off Kurt Cobain's guitar." I growled.

Hawke raised his hands in fear, Anders as well. "Sorry, sorry! Just haven't seen you in a long time!" Hawke laughed.

"That's because I was on tour with my dad for seven months, I never came out of my room before that either." I shrugged.

I finished stringing my guitar quickly and studied the other men. Blackwall let me go through the name list.

A tall skinny man with a shaved head and hazel eyes, he was pale. He wore a shirt that said "can't tame a wolf" so weird. He also wore a lanyard that has a medical card on it. That must be the medicine major, Solas Wolf...how ironic.

A man with short curly blonde hair, wearing a Templar shirt from assassin's creed. He was adorable. His eyes were like a lion's, bright burnt gold. A scar was on the upper left corner of his lip, even cuter. He was the football scholarship, Cullen Rutherford.

A huge man with highlighted brown dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail to bind them, he dressed like a damn lumberjack. Though, it makes sense, he's even too big for Big And Tall. He has to be Iron Bull...a psychological major.

A well dressed man with dark tan skin, black hair and a matching moustache. He was beyond fabulous and seemed almost "too gay to function." Dorian Pavus, no doubt. A swimming scholarship.

Handsome man, another swimmer, Alistair. They call him the King. He has short auburn blonde hair and a bit of a goatee. He wore a flannel and jeans.

A shorter man with his auburn hair in a half ponytail, a crossbow bag in hand, most likely one of the Olympic Archery scholarships. Varric Tethras, and his trusty Bianca.

I studied all of these men and nearly jumped out of my skin when thunder cracked. "Y/n, are you alright?" Hawke asked.

"Shut up. I-I don't like lightning." I crossed my arms, feeling heat rise on my cheeks from embarrassment.

"Aww, is the wittle kitty scared-" I raised the pliers to scare him again.

"Garret Leslie Hawke, I am not scared, I just don't like it. Say that I'm scared again and I wax off your beard." I snapped.

I stood up and headed for the kitchen to check on Blackwall. I was startled again when the doors blew open. Standing there like a soaked wolf was a man with silver white hair, sprawling white tattoos, a black beanie on his head. He wore a black leather jacket, a grey v-neck and black skinny jeans with combat boots. His tan skin made his tattoos look like they were glowing...Woah. That had to be the final swimmer, Fenris Leto.

"Sorry I'm late, I found this kid walking down the road alone. I thought he should stay here until we could call someone." He announced.

He put his hand on a kid's shoulder. He must've been 15 at most. He wore a wide sun hat. His bright blonde hair was damp, his blue eyes were tired. Though he managed a smile with his cute bunny teeth. He wore a cream hoodie with a flannel patch on the shoulder, baggy jeans and converse shoes. He had a couple bags of luggage.

"I'm not a kid, I'm Cole. I'm supposed to be staying here. I just wanted to walk alone." I hadn't even noticed him until Fenris spoke up about him. He looked freezing.

I slung my guitar on my back and snatched a blanket from the couch. He was definitely a student, the supremely skilled 14 year old Cole Patience. He was smarter than anyone in this room, but his emotions needed work.

I wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and knelt down in front of him. "My name's Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cole." I smiled.

I shook his hand, it was freezing. "Holy crap, Blackwall!" I called and escorted him to the kitchen. I walked back out and glared at Fenris. "How long was he out there?! Did you even ask him? His hands and lips are blue!" I scolded.

He looked surprised. Cole had been easily sick all his life, he's not like everyone else. "The rain started when I saw him! That was twenty minutes ago!" He shouted back.

"He has an immune deficiency! If he gets sick, even a light flu for anyone else could kill him!" I shouted back. I turned on heel, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey!" He shouted.

I looked back. "What do you want!?"

"Where did you get that guitar?" He asked more calmly.

I rolled my eyes. "From a pawn shop in Seattle, where else? This was Kurt Cobain's. It's not even my most impressive guitar." I strutted into the kitchen after shrugging at him...