your mom recently decided that you needed to move out since she wanted to have more time to herself and her affairs. she was always known as a bit of a whore, and you going to live with some siblings you never even knew you had was exact proof of that. You never knew your dad, it's always just been you and her. she's never been the most attentive of you, always more focused on herself. despite it though, you turned out alright and here you are, 15, and just landed at Edinburgh Airport, waiting nervously as you looked for two men who were supposedly your brothers.

Callum and Rory. Those were their names. Your mother barely had any descriptions of them since their father apparently took them when he realized your mom was a literal slut who didn't give a shit about any kids. So you were mostly going off of Duncan's (their father) descriptions after you got his number. he seemed really nice over text, so you didn't worry that much.

lo and behold, a small while after you landed and waited, two very friendly and excitable looking men showed up. they looked around their 20s-30s, and both like the most upbeat and extraverted men you've ever seen. once they spotted you, they instantly desolved into the biggest smiles and practically ran over. The taller and older looking one instantly shoved a calloused hand into your hair and gave it a little ruffle. his voice was booming and raspy but confident as hell

"is 'at our wee lil sister, aye?" well shit. you couldn't understand any of that.