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You're Rogers Younger Sister, Secretly Dating Brian [GWILYM!BRIAN X READER]

You're Roger’s Younger Sister, Secretly Dating Brian [GWILYM!BRIAN x READER]

Pairing: Gwilym!Brian x Reader

Summary: You’re Roger’s little sister, and you’ve been travelling with them on tour while also secretly dating Brian. And then Roger finds out. (Dun dun dunnnn)

Word count: 1577

Contains: overprotective brother Roger, lots of spicy language

A/N: I don’t know why, but I was in a frenzy while writing this (it was really fun to write, and I was inspired!) Thank you to the anon who sent me this request! And like always, I hope you enjoy!

“Okay, we all know that you have a sister,” the interviewer begins, looking at Roger, “but the question is, would you let anyone in the band date her?”

“Absolutely not,” Roger says with no hesitation. He’s not even looking at her when he replies, focusing more on taking a drag from his cigarette. Besides him, Brian laughs along with the audience, a light blush on his cheeks, scratching the back of his head. His friend besides him doesn’t notice.

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“Hello? I called about twenty minutes ago, asking for some more conditioner and was wondering if you got it? Yes, room 728,” you talk to the hotel concierge through the phone. You hear knocking on the door. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I think they just got here, but thank you!” you say before hanging up and jumping out of bed. Tying your robe a bit tighter around you, you walk over to the door. You swing it open. But instead someone with the conditioner, you’re met with your brother on the other side of the threshold.

“Roger? What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Have you called Mom? She called me at four in the bloody morning asking about your university documents, and I don’t know why she’s asking me about that shit, so I came to tell you to call her, so she doesn’t wake me up again,” he says, clearly still annoyed.

“Oh shit,” you say, putting your hand on your forehead. “I completely forgot––okay––yeah I’ll call her after I take a shower.”

But Roger doesn’t hear that, too busy squinting at you.

“What is that?” he asks, pointing at your neck.

“What is what?” you look down and see the giant purple bruise––the one left from Brian last night. Your heart stops a bit, but you quickly compose yourself.

Rolling your eyes, you say, “It’s literally just a hickey Roger, get over it.” But he’s not even looking at it anymore. Instead, his eyes are focused in the room behind you.

“Are those…are those Brian’s shoes?” he asks, pointing at the white clogs on the floor next to the bed. You stay silent, completely caught off guard and not able to come up with a believable excuse. He pushes his way into your room.

“Roger! Get out of my room!”

“Those are Brian’s shoes!” He whips his head towards you, a dark red flush beginning to crawl its way up his cheeks.

“How long?” he asks, dangerously quiet. You let an exhale while picking at a loose string on your robe.

“Four months,” you mumble, wincing. A pause as he lets that sink in.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he explodes, his anger quickly building up. “You’ve been dating for four fuckin’ months and you didn't think to tell me? I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him,” he says, more to himself. And with history’s worst possible timing, Brian strolls out of your bathroom at that very second, only covered by a towel hanging loosely around his hips.

“Hey Y/N––” he begins, and Roger whirls on him, a fire in his eyes.

“You fuckin’ asshole piece of shit––” he growls, stepping towards him. Brian looks at you and back at Roger. Somehow the dots connect in his mind, and he raises his arms, palms up in a placating gesture.

“Rog––we can explain––”

“Oh it’s ‘we’ now, huh? What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my little sister you fuckin’ wanker?” He’s so angry, his accent is all the more prominent, making him almost incoherent. Brian recognizes this too as it’s the exact same expression and tone of voice he’s experienced right before he’s seen Roger throw a TV through the window or punch a hole in the wall. Brian, recognizing that, this time, the wall is now his face, he begins to back up.

“I bring her on tour for the first time, and you just jump at the opportunity––just––just using her for sex!” You gasp, and Brian stiffens.

“Watch it Rog,” Brian growls.

“You’re telling me to watch it?” Your brother steps towards him, his fists clenched by his sides. He’s about to hit him, you know it.

“Roger stop it!” you scream, coming in between them. He looks down at you, and alongside the fury, you see hurt in his eyes.

“It’s not your fucking choice to make who I get to date or not. And if you hurt him, I will never ever talk to you again. Now stop being a fucking dick!” you yell. He stops before letting out a deep exhale. It’s silent in the room.

“Roger––” Brian begins.

“I need a fucking cigarette,” he mumbles and goes to leave. Brian puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him, but he swats it off before stomping out the door. When he slams the door close, Brian goes to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room, putting his head in his hands. You walk over and put a hand on his cheek. He looks up at you, worry and distress marring his face.

“It’ll be okay,” you say softly. “He didn’t mean those things––he’s just shocked is all. He’ll come around.” He turns to press a kiss to your palm.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And you know I would never ‘use’ you or whatever Roger was saying.”

“I know, I love you too,” you say.

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Roger walks to the public smoking balcony on the floor, throws himself into one of the seats, and rips out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket pocket. But his hands are shaking so bad that he can’t even flick on the lighter.

“Fuck,” he snarls before throwing the lighter onto the small table next to him. He’s mad. Not mad––furious. Seeing-red furious. But he isn’t mad because you and Brian are dating (that’s part of it) but more that you kept it a secret from him. Lied to him. He’s mad and angry and––betrayed. And hurt that you––both of you––felt as if you couldn’t tell him something as important as this. And he knows deep in his heart, Brian would never ever hurt you. Knows that he would be a great boyfriend and person towards you. Knows this about his best friend.

The fresh air and this inner discovery calms him down. Calms him down enough to pick up the lighter again and successfully light his cigarette.

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“Roger?” you say, rapping a knuckle on the sliding glass door. He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t tell you to go away either. You step onto the balcony.

“I’m really sorry for not telling you,” you start. “But––I also want you to know that this is my life, and some things I don’t have to tell you and––and I want you to respect that,” you say. He opens his mouth, but you’re not done yet. “And I know you’re my big brother and you’re protective and everything, but you have to let me live my life. But I am sorry for hiding and lying to you and everything.” He sighs.

“It’s okay. And I know, it’s just that I don’t want you to get hurt. I know this lifestyle––and––it’s hard to keep relationships up like this…and you guys are two of the closest people in my life, and I want you to know that you can always come to me to tell me things––like––I don’t want you to be afraid of telling me things,” he says, twisting the ring around his finger. “And––and I’m sorry for saying all those things in there…I didn’t mean it.”

“I accept your apology,” you say jokingly as it’s a line your parents would always make you say to each other when you got into fights as children. He rolls his eyes but smiles as well. He pushes himself up and flicks his cigarette to the floor before stomping on it.

“I guess I should go apologize to Bri as well,” he says.

“Wait!” you say. He looks at you, about to step back into the hotel’s hallway. “Hug?” you ask with your arms stretched out in front of you. He rolls his eyes, not in an annoyed way. Walking back, he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace.You two stay there for a little. But then you scrunch up your nose.

“When was the last time you took a shower?” you ask.

“Three days ago,” he says, and you can hear the smugness in his tone. And he tightens his arms around you, not letting you escape.

“EW ROGER, LET GO OF ME!”

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Brian is still where you left him: sitting in the armchair in your room, and his head whips up when he sees Roger and you walk back in. He immediately clambers out of the seat, almost tripping.

“Rog––I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you––”

“It’s okay––just next time––next time don’t lie to me,” he says before bringing him into a hug. Brian smiles, relief washes over him.

“But if you hurt her, I will actually cut off your balls in your sleep right after I shave all of your hair off,” Roger says as they hug. Brian laughs nervously, not quite being able to fully make out the tone of the statement.

“Roger!” you scold.

“What? I’m joking!” he says, laughing, slapping Brian’s back.

I also wrote another “Band member Sister imagine” for Roger if you want to check that out: You’re Brian’s Younger Sister, and Roger Tries Flirting with You

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