Hii my bday is at 18th and i’m spending it alone so i thought of requesting a winchester sister where they just celebrate her birthday softly hahah
A Winchester Surprise
Hello lovely! Happy Birthday! Thank you so much for requesting, it means a lot to hear that people are enjoying my work. I'm sorry to hear that you have to celebrate your special day alone, but I'm hoping that the Winchesters will help cheer you up a little :)
Summary: After years of your birthday being forgotten or consumed by a hunt, your brothers make sure that this one is extra special.
Warnings: None!
Word Count: around 1.6k
⛤ MAIN MASTERLIST ⛤
When you awoke the bunker was silent. Your bare feet padded down the hallway as you made your way towards the kitchen. To your disappointment, Dean wasn't hovering over the cooker, nursing a tray of bacon. He wasn't in the library either. Furrowing your brow, you ventured back down the halls, settling outside of his room. You knocked, bouncing on your heels as you waited for his gruff answer, but you were only met with silence. So, you pushed the door open.
Dean's room was dark, but when you reached blindly for the switch, his bed was empty and unmade. Sighing, you turned up the hall to try your other brother. Similarly there was no sign Sam, though his sheets were neatly tucked into his bed. You figured he must have been on a run, until your phone buzzed and his number flashed up on the screen. Your heart sank when you read the message.
Sam: A hunt came up last minute, didn't want to wake you. It's not far. We should be back in a few hours, if not there's food in the fridge.
You sighed, shutting your phone off and slipping it back into your pocket. They had forgotten. Again.
For years, your birthday had often slipped their minds. When John was still alive, your special day hardly ever crossed his train of thought. When you were too young to hunt, your birthday was often spent with your brothers, locked away in some shitty motel room in the middle of who knows where. Dean was the one who made an effort to get you something. A few times he had even resorted to stealing, though that never really ended well, but the gesture always brought a grin to your face. Sammy always tried hard too, he would draw you pictures of give you one of his precious items that he had stashed away. But as they three of you got older and your brothers began to hunt, you were often left alone.
You wanted to be mad at your brothers for forgetting your birthday, you really did, but with everything that was going on in your lives you supposed it was something that was understandable. Besides, it was too hard to be mad at them when they tried so hard to balance everything.
Slightly disheartened, but trying to to let it ruin your day, you busied yourself with various jobs around the bunker. But as time ticked by and there was still no sign of your brothers, you picked up a book and slunk back into your room, curling up on your bed to read it.
It wasn’t long after you had settled down to read your book that a loud commotion broke through the silence of your room, occasionally broken but the sound of your pages turning. Intrigued, you slid out of bed and into the rest of the bunker.
It was oddly dark in the main entrance to the bunker, which was weird because you didn’t remember turning off the light. It was even stranger because if your brothers were home, they would need the light to see.
“Hello?” You called out into the silence. There was a hubble of whispering and shuffling coming from the library before it fell silent again. “Sam? Dean?”
As you made your way into the library, you reached blindly for the light switch. It flickered on, illuminating the room. When your turned around, your heart swelled.
In front of you stood your two brothers, spaced either side of the closest table, each wearing a party hat that looked far too uncomfortable on their heads. They had decorated the table with a selection of balloons in your favourite colour. In front of them lay a pile of badly wrapped gifts. Some of which were just paper bags from the gas station folded over and taped together with your name or some sort of drawing scrawled along the top.
What really caught you eye, and allowed a long smile to appear on your face, was the pie placed precariously in the centre of the table. Someone had suck a couple of candles in the middle of it.
“I- I thought you forgot.” You told them.
“How could we forget, sweetheart. It’s our little sisters special day.” Dean said, moving around the table to wrap you up in one of his bearhugs.
“You did all this for me?”
“Of course we did, kiddo.”
You grinned, engulfed in your brothers’ arms.
“There was no hunt, was there?”
Sam shook his head, which only made your heart swell more. They had taken time out of their day to do this for you.
“I know it’s not much, but we didn’t really know what to get you.” Dean told you. “And we couldn’t find a cake we thought you would like so we got you your favourite pie instead. But if you want us to go and get you something else then we can-“
“It’s perfect.” You beamed, cutting off his rambling.
“Dean was planning on cooking you up something to eat tonight. We thought it would be nice to also watch a movie or something together. We’ve got all the snacks you could ever need.”
“I would love that.”
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The rest of the evening was full of laughter. Dean had attempted to cook your mothers famous casserole, but he wasn’t very successful. He ended up spilling half of the contents before burning the rest in the oven, so the three of you ordered your choice of take out. You then retracted to your room and piled up on the bed to watch a movie. You were squashed between the two boys, who took up most of the bed. Especially Sam. It reminded you of when you were small. And it brought a soft smile to your face.
“Thank you.” You told your brothers as the first film rolled to a close.
“For what?” Dean queried, shifting on the bed to face you.
You gestured around the room. “For this.”
“Oh y/n, it’s nothing really kiddo-“ Sam started.
“And for always being there. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”
Sam looked at you in awe, before using the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder to squeeze you closer to him. “We’re so proud of you, Y/N. So proud.”
You smiled at Sam who returned the gesture without hesitation. Dean watched the two of you closely. He had had never been so proud of two people, ever.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Dean told you. “We love you so much.”
Note: I hope this was satisfactory! And I hope that you have a great birthday. Lots of love :)
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«✿❀-Summers by the Sea Part 2-❀✿»
Modern!Aegon xfem! Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Word Count: 4118
Warnings: Excessive drinking, partying, and sexual references.
A/N: My writing and fangirling bestie @f4ll-for-you greatly inspired this chapter, ily.
Posting some Aegon II as it is TGC's bday today too! Haha
Hope you enjoy!
You hadn’t seen much of Aegon since he abandoned you on the wet sand, leaving you wanting nothing more than to satisfy him as he did you. In fact, it had been two whole days since he so much as looked in your direction.
Not even at dinner when you’d ask him to pass the fruit or bread would he attempt to make eye contact, constantly glancing off to under the table where his phone would light up. He would smile down at it, and force you to withstand the tapping of his fingers against the screen. Perhaps something else had his attention, no—someone.
Someone else.
Spending your days with Helaena outdoors was pleasant, for the both of you traveled down the sea to look for beetles and sand crabs hidden below the surface of the shoreline.
The same sea where Aegon pulled you close to him, gripped your waist as he gripped his cup, and kissed your mouth with adoration seen only in 18th-century set romance films.
It was comedic, really.
Your mothers had always joked that you would end up falling in love with Aemond or Aegon, and get married, only sealing their motherly friendship bond further.
But that was before Aegon had exhibited self-destructive behavior… before he became unrecognizable…and before Alicent even disliked him to the point where she couldn’t watch the two of you hold each other in a deep embrace.
You wondered why she would have looked away in disgust, though. Was she sure that Aegon would poison you with his impulsive, deadly choices?
Though hard to admit, it seemed he already had.
But! Today was going to be a good day; there would be no thinking about Aegon…and how you fit against each other like missing puzzle pieces that were found and finally aligned.
You looked around your room, pulled on a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses, and brushed your hair till it softened beneath the touch—the wind had picked up the past few days, and the knots made it show.
The sun was bright in your eyes and boiling against your skin as you walked outside the house, greeting Alicent and your mom, who sat in white, reclined lawn chairs beside the pool with drinks sprawled into their hands.
“Daeron was looking for you, Y/N,” smiled Alicent as she took a sip of her smoothie.
You clapped your hands together in and spun back towards the door of the house, but before leaving you returned a similar grin, “Okay. I’ll go find him,”
Daeron always came to you to participate in mischief or revel with you in the pleasures of his hobbies. It was enjoyable, after all; who knew that you could fly a homemade slingshot up 70 feet in the air?
You looked around the house and then through the lawn, but no Daeron was in sight.
Where could he have gone off to?
But then you thought back to last summer when he claimed that he would be able to seduce the people in the nearby town with only a smirk and ripping his shirt upwards to reveal his undertoned stomach.
Yep. That’s where he would be.
In the town.
Quickly, you dragged your turquoise bicycle out of the garage and made your way to town, waving at the people walking by who sported flip-flops, swimsuits, and sun hats that drooped down to their eyes.
And upon arriving, seeing only the first few shops which radiated primary colors on their exteriors, there was Daeron, spinning in circles, winking at bystanders, and sticking out his belly button for all to see.
You laughed, jumping off your bicycle and holding your hand up to your mouth, "Daeron! Stop that!"
"Y/N, I was trying to find you earlier outside," he exclaimed, throwing down his shirt and taking your hand in his as you locked parked your bike with a ring-lock on the side of Baratheon Bridals.
“Well, Daeron, it makes sense you couldn't find me. I was in my room,"
He then let out a deep sigh and continued on, ignoring that he barely opted to surveying the house for you, "So, I overheard my brother, you know, the moody one-"
You scoffed, “I’m sorry, you are going to have to be more specific than that because, as far as I recall, they are both a little moody-"
Daeron chuckled and clarified, "Aemond. Aegon isn't really moody; he is just an asshole."
“I suppose that’s true.”
"Anyway, I overheard Aemond talking to that old woman that somehow wants him although she is like older than mom about a party tonight on the beach,” Alys, "And… I was hoping you would go with me 'cause you know you're like the life of the party!"
You squinted even under your glasses to decipher where that was coming from, "Daeron, you have been to a party with me once, and you know I don't particularly enjoy drinking,"
He squeezed your hand and smiled, "Yes, but come on. It will be so much fun. You don’t have to drink anything if you don’t want to. You know that.”
Unwanted thoughts then fluttered around in the back of your mind.
Aegon might be there…Aegon would be there.
It was a party after all.
"Fine." You muttered, secretly letting your intrusive thoughts win.
Daeron then applauded with a boom, causing onlookers to shudder away from the loud commotion.
After a couple of hours passed, you were in your room running your hands through the pile of clothes you had still neglected to unpack, pulling your hands every which way in search of the perfect outfit.
You wanted to look adorable, actually not adorable, sexy.
You had mentioned to Helaena that you were going out, and her eyes twinkled her happiness at the prospect of her girlfriend having a night out. Still, she declined to accompany you, as she previously expressed her distaste for loud noises and heavy crowds.
And even though you had told yourself that you wouldn't think about Aegon anymore, you couldn't help but imagine him at the party tonight, lips entwined with another, driving his body up against theirs under the stars just as he did with you. However, this time beer or vodka would trace his tongue, and he would be wild because of it.
If he was going to become animalistic, feral, yet carnal, it needed to be with you. Only you.
Then you thought back to searching for an outfit. There it was, a pretty scarlet bikini that made you pop in all the right places; it was the suit Baela and Rhaena bit their lips at when you wore it at late spring pool parties. And you remembered you packed a matching red sarong to wrap around your waist.
But! It wasn't fair that he didn't say anything, that he didn't so much as look in your direction even when your glares urged him otherwise. It was cowardly; you couldn't believe there was a time when the two of you were inseparable.
Not knowing each other at all seemed to be something he had taken a liking to.
Footsteps clattered across the floorboards confirming that it was the hour of the wolf; Aegon and Aemond were leaving.
It clear Aemond would disapprove of Daeron attending, so you and him decided to leave a couple of minutes after the them.
Eventually, after looking yourself up and down in the mirror a couple more times, Daeron came and pushed the door open, "Wow, someone is looking good!"
You smiled and playfully pushed your hand across his arm before making your way with him to the beach lit up with campfires, crowds of people, drinks scattered in bottles across the sand.
"Sweet," Daeron nodded in approval before beginning to walk off to a girl on the other side of the beach who was waving him down.
What!
"No! Daeron!" you exclaimed, looking around the waterfront in confusion.
Daeron only turned his head back and nodded, "You got this, Y/N!"
Without warning, you spotted Aemond interwoven with Alys on the edge of a bench, ignoring anyone who gathered around as he sweetly kissed her. He didn't seem to have a care in the world, which was good for him. Maybe she was good for him; he needed to loosen up.
Then, as you turned your head back into the direction Daeron had traversed off to, you caught another wave of silvery hair. His locks flew slightly with the breeze and he was wearing the same swim trunks that cupped his hips just where they needed to.
Aegon.
He laughed into a girl's tits, licking his way up as alcohol poured between her breasts as another man leaned a can over her shoulder. You listened as she let out sweet, playful giggles and observed as he grabbed her face, pressing a solid kiss against her lips before letting go and screaming, "Who's next?!"
You realized maybe coming was a bad idea. There was no world in which you should have confirmed how little he cared about you. Sometimes ignorance was truly bliss.
But you couldn't let him win. He humiliated you by leaving on your back against shore and refusing to acknowledge you.
He was going to pay for this.
You saw one of the guys Aegon was standing with, looking you up and down, taking in the entirety of your body and outfit, admiring you—practically clawing at you from across the sand, and he was, really, cute.
He had a sweep of dark, chestnut hair and a charming smile. Not to mention, as he lifted his arms, you saw an invitation.
Your feet began to move faster than your mind, and you picked up the bottle of tequila that was lodged in the ground in front of you, dragging it up to your lips, uncaring of the consequences to come.
The liquid flowed through your lips and down into your throat.
You winced, but the pain of the spicy, sweet flavors was nothing compared to the revenge you wanted. The revenge you needed.
With haste, you walked up to the boy, watching as Aegon shifted his gaze ever so slightly, realizing that you were here, and you just saw him taste the chest of another ever so eagerly.
The boy grinned widely, and you took that as your cue to fly into him, pressing your lips together with his and traveling your hands across his chest with demand.
He left you no room for you to feel unwelcomed, lining his hands firmly against your sides, one even dropping to hold your ass. You even noticed him harden at just the touch and kisses alone but you bit his lip back and pulled back from him to take another swig of tequila, not even grimacing this time at the sour that fell deep into your system.
“Some for me?” the boy whispered, grabbing the bottle while keeping a hand against your backside.
“I want you to lick it off of me first, just as he did with her,” you breathed, loud enough for everyone around to hear, looking back at Aegon, whose eyes were wide and mouth dropped slightly in irritation. He no longer avoided your gaze; he looked on the verge of rage, tears biting at the corners of his eyes.
Good.
You then got a good look at the girl whose tits Aegon had in his mouth and smiled, it wasn’t her fault, and Gods, was she sexy, but she chose the wrong guy.
“You’re too hot for him,” you muttered to the girl before turning back to the dark-haired boy who looked hungrier than ever for a taste of your skin.
You stood on your toes and pressed a deep kiss again against his lips before grabbing the bottle out of his grasp, feeling the effects of your chugging all of a sudden—the world blurring slightly to where you laughed at your own free will before tilting your head back and running the liquid down your front.
He wasted no time, his mouth opened, touching your skin while his tongue traced the lines of wetness, forcing you to giggle at the desperation.
When he was finished, you changed the bottle of tequila in your hand for the bottle of vodka in Aegon’s, pushing the substance into his chest while pulling the other out of his unmoving fingers.
“Vodka has always been my favorite,” you laughed before drinking it, spinning around in a circle, falling back into the random boy, and letting his arms catch you.
Aegon threw the bottle into the ground and looked back up at you, his platinum hair falling slightly between his newly teary eyes, “Y/N,” he muttered before walking off into the distance.
As the party continued, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank, and how distorted your perception of reality had become. The music went loud then quiet, in then out, as you spun in circles, jumped between lovers, and danced, pulling your sarong off and letting your skin touch closely with the girls who wanted to dance intimately under the gleaming night sky.
The contact felt electric, like lightning bolts engraved into your skin, and laughter caused you to topple over, losing your balance.
You saw Aemond make his way over after he had been watching you for some time to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.
Without any indication, he pulled you to the side away from the crowds, “Y/N, you need to go home now.”
This new stern Aemond was interesting, to say the least, “What are you, my dad, now?”
“Fine. You leave me no choice,” With that, he picked you up and tried to carry you from the deafening bustle.
“Get off of me!” You whined, hitting his back as he pushed you further up his chest to where you fell over his shoulder.
This was not a fight you planned to lose. Why wouldn’t he just let you have fun? Aegon did this all the time! Why was it suddenly a crime when you do it?
You squirmed and picked up one of your hands to motion a signal for help, motioning to your dreamy brunette, who made his way after you, pulling your arms from Aemond’s back forwards, toppling you over the top.
“Ow!” You cried as you hit the sand like a rock, but then your feet spoke too soon once more, carrying yourself upwards and making a run for it with the boy.
“Y/N!!” You heard a shout after you in anger.
Aemond shook his head in distaste and bit down on his lip; you were fucking relentless. But he realized now you were not his problem to fix, and he headed back toward Alys, who rolled her eyes and spread herself down on her side in the sand.
You ran to the shoreline together and pumped your fists at the sky, cursing Aemond, who tried to take the party away from you.
What a buzzkill!
The boy then tried to push his lips into yours, but you realized a sickening contagion was spreading in your stomach. The stars above began to twirl, and you couldn’t hold your balance and fell into him for support.
Then, he tried again, dipping his head low to press a kiss to your lips, “No!” you blurted out, all while hearing footsteps travel up behind you.
The boy was visibly annoyed, “C’mon!”
“Dude, she doesn’t fucking want to,” you hear a familiar voice say, but your eyes don’t allow you to see clearly, only snips of pearly white hair and lavender blots for eyes.
You wanted to focus and see who was there but your stomach cried out, and your vision dimmed, causing your body to fall weightlessly into the sand with nobody to catch you.
"Fuck!” the recognisable voice exclaimed.
Aegon ran to you immediately, pushing the guy aside, "Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted before climbing down to look down at your limp body in front of him.
He grabbed your face, pushing himself down far enough so he could sink his head down to your nose to make sure your breath hadn’t thinned, “Can you hear me? Y?N?"
When no response greeted him, he groaned, "How much did you drink?!”
Aegon needed to get you to a bathroom quietly and quickly without waking Alicent or your mom.
"Ow!" you snickered, feeling the weight of the hand on your face.
“Y/N?”
"Shhhhhhh! I am sleeping."
You picked up your pointer finger and pressed it firmly against your lips, "You are waking a giant! Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive, or be he dead! I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
"I see that I am waking a giant indeed, but sweetheart, we need to get you inside," he chucked, with worry slipping through each crack in his voice.
You drew your hand up and pinched his nose, "I think I know you; you're pretty," then with a scrunch of your nose, you continued, "I would compliment you some more, but I think I am gonna be sick,"
With a turn, you gripped your stomach, let out a cry of pain, and arms surrounded you from the front and pulled you into them, your body in a ball against Aegon's. It was time to get you out of here.
He held you, making sure there was no way you could leave his grasp, or leave him at all. And as he watched you tilt your head back in torment, he pressed a light kiss to your brow, trying to get you to calm down.
It was your first time being wasted; he knew that. Aegon had always known you hated feeling ill at all so you refused to drink more than one glass of wine at dinner.
Your arms reached around his neck, and you relished the gentle, warm touch that enclosed you. The house doors drew open softly, and the boy took you up the stairs, making sure not to step on any cracks that would make you jump with the noise.
Alicent and your mom would already have been swept into the night by dreams, allowing Aegon to accompany you into the bathroom.
"I don't feel very good," you reiterated quietly as he set you up against the toilet seat, sweeping your messy hair out of your face.
It was clear that you would need a shower before being tucked safely into bed too, for sand was woven into your hair, and alcohol swam across your skin, making you reek of a mixture of the substances.
But first, Aegon needed to get you to throw up.
After brushing the hair out of your face, he gathered it in one of his hands and sat down beside you, kissing your cheek sweetly, "We are gonna have to get you to vomit,"
There it was. Throwing up was always one of your greatest fears. It was known to all that you would roll down a hill blindfolded rather than regurgitate anything.
Your chest started to rise and fall quickly, and your hands began to vibrate, shaking, "I can't," you began to cry, tears falling quicker than you could catch them.
"Yes, you can, angel. I am right here."
Your hands kept wiping at the water slipping down your face, your nose continually scrunched, sniffling, and you felt kisses frequently against your neck, and a voice breathed, "Baby, it will be okay, come on."
"I can't," you whispered back, the worries transforming from fear of vomiting to worry that you were losing Aegon forever.
Every summer, he was your safe haven, the laughter on a day when the sun hides behind the clouds in the exhaustion of shining. He was the sweetness only a honey cake could dream of providing.
There was a time when he would tickle you up against your mattress and wait till you were out of breath to slump down next to you and look into your eyes.
And the past two summers, he was scarce. Gone. And you didn't want to add another summer to the list—a third summer without his playful demeanor.
Helaena was one of your closest friends, it was true, but losing Aegon not only left a damper on summers by the sea but a deep thunderous empty hole in a heart that was once full.
It was selfish of you to admit to yourself, but it was true.
"I can't lose Aegon," you said accidentally out loud in a sob but realized there was no harm in admitting it as your pain had swelled to where no veil could hide it anymore.
"What?" Aegon exchanged, taking his mouth away from your soft skin to get a better look at your face.
"He doesn't care about me anymore. We would only see each other in the summers, but still, he was like my best friend," you raised a hand to your mouth, trying to stop your blubbering from continuing, "I think he doesn't want me at all anymore. The past two summers, all he has done is ignore me. I know we are getting older, but I just thought-"
"You thought what, angel?"
"I thought he might have liked me because he kissed me, that maybe since we aren’t kids anymore, have something genuine,”
Aegon felt as though he was about to cry, too, tears begging for release. He hadn't thought she had cared about him. And he also realized that she likely didn't know it was him sitting with her now.
And yet, she still talked about him with affinity, a sense of compassion he had not felt in years.
His mother believed him a disappointment, and it wasn't like he could find solace in his siblings. Aemond was usually grumpy, Helaena off in her thoughts, and Daeron uncaring about the world around him.
Aegon believed he left you on the beach not because he wanted to but because he couldn't burden you with the knowledge he wanted you to please him. He didn't think himself deserving of your touch, the touch of sweet Y/N.
Moreover, he couldn’t think about spoiling her. Because it seemed he ruined everything he touched.
And he sure as hell didn’t know how to treat a girl properly, because in his mind, he cared deeply about you. His actions, however, always fell short.
Having accessible, forgettable hookups were his favorite event. And while he enjoyed them, there was never any obligation to do them twice, to show the animal beneath his skin.
When he saw you on the beach, under the touch of another, he came face-to-face with the extent of his desire for you. He did care, but he could never care for you; how was he supposed to?
“My angel,” he exhaled as he let his dead drop back into the crook of your neck, pressing a prolonged kiss once more to your delicate skin, “My sweet angel.”
There was a vulnerability in himself, and even he had never encountered it before. It was a good thing you weren't likely going to remember this.
“Oh no,” you wailed as you twisted your head forwards in the direction of the toilet bowl, and Aegon brought himself backward and gripped the web of your hair tightly.
You dry-heaved, trying to vomit, “I can’t.”
Aegon stuck his fingers into your mouth without warning, and you threw up swiftly before sinking back against the floor in disgust and exhaustion.
Then, Aegon turned on the shower and placed you in the tub, refusing to take off your bikini while he sat down behind you. Slowly, he dragged a soapy washcloth against the dirty patches of skin. And when he could get you far enough under the water, he scrubbed at the sand and dirt in your hair, trying to wash as much as possible without you squirming every which way.
Eventually, after he dried you off, you claimed you were too tired to make it to your bed, and he picked you up as he did when he brought you through the house doors and set you into bed, pulling the covers up and around you. And when he saw you snuggled your way around the bed like a worm into the warmth, he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.
He knew he needed to figure out what to do with you; continuing to ignore you seemed cruel, but he wasn’t good at being constantly with a girl.
These thoughts would keep him up tonight.
There would be an answer soon, he hoped.
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