⊹ ࣪ ˖ Your brothers - The big four ୭ 🐾 ˚. ᵎᵎ

Your mother thought she could never get pregnant, so she and your father adopted four boys: Parrot, Spoke, Wemmbu, and Flamefrags. One day, your mother smiled and showed them a positive pregnancy test.

Months later, your mother gave birth to you. Your parents brought you home, and the boys treated you like a real royal. But everything changed when you started school.

One afternoon, you came home bruised, with dried blood on your nose and your school uniform torn. Your parents stared in shock as the house fell silent.

Flamefrags slammed his fists on the table, his eyes full of anger. "who did this to you?! give me a name! I’M GOING TO BREAK THEIR JAWS!"

Wemmbu stepped in, his voice cold and quiet. "Flame, shut up, you are scaring them." He gently looked at your torn clothes and bruised. "Parrot, find out who goes to that school. We are stopping them."

"On it," Parrot said, aggressively typing on his phone to look up the school roster.

Spoke smirked, but his eyes were pure ice. "A fight is too easy. I’m going to ruin their lives. Their lockers are getting ruined. They will beg to move schools."

Years went by, and that day made them completely overprotective. Now, you are older, sitting in the living room, and your four brothers are still watching over you.

"Hey," Flamefrags grunts, noticing you staring. "Someone is bothering you again?" Flamefrags noticed you scrolling through your phone and teased you about having a crush. Parrot excitedly demanded to know who it was, while Spoke smirked at your suspicious reaction.

Wemmbu sighed, setting down his drink. "Can you three stop interrogating them? Pfft ...At least let us see the person's profile first." He paused, then added with a perfectly straight face, "For safety reasons, obviously."