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[matildashoney]

Happy Birthday

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here's a little birthday story that i've been dreaming up all day with @gucciwins over text. i loved this idea of harry and hensley on his birthday and it really inspired me with the next part of amelie and harry's story (which i'll be getting back to soon!). it takes place on harry's birthday about five years into the future. i hope you like it (don't be mean in my inbox if you didn't though otherwise, i'll be mad!) as always, hugs and kisses from me. share your feedback in my inbox! i love you all. have a happy rest of your harry day!

Birthdays in the Beneventini-Styles Household have never been anything less than special, less than extraordinary since their inception. Since Amelie and Harry moved in together after nearly a year of dating and it became a necessity to spend their birthdays together every year, the birthday tradition has been one of their favorite times to celebrate with each other. And since the birth of their daughter, their pride and joy, birthdays have only become an even more exciting time in their world, because every birthday is one worth celebrating.

Harry’s birthday, in particular, is one worth celebrating massively, according to his wife and daughter. Amelie, every year, throws a birthday party, despite Harry’s arguments for a night in, inviting their closest friends and family to the house in Malibu to celebrate with cake and music and to simply bask in the birthday boy’s (well, man, now) presence. Hensley has now begun to join in on the birthday fun, making it extra special for Harry to celebrate his day with morning hugs and kisses and poorly wrapped presents and many colored cards made in school.

That’s exactly how today started, too. Harry had been away up until yesterday evening, filming yet another movie (much to Amelie’s dismay), and his arrival home was anticipated so highly that their daughter had waited until he had gotten home (way past her bedtime) to fall asleep in their bed. He was woken up by a gentle tracing of his daughter’s name on his abdomen – beneath the butterfly tattoo that’s been touched up over the years – and his wife telling her not to wake him so early. He laughed, said something along the lines of, “Now, Mama, why would you think I wouldn’t wake up early when I can spend the day with my girls?” and Hensley replied with, “Yeah, Mama, Papa gets to spend his birthday with us!” Minutes later, Harry was graced with a kiss from his wife – or maybe three – and a “Joyeux anniversaire, ma lune.”

Harry didn’t really have any say in birthday activities once Hensley was born, because once their daughter was born, it was her way or no way, and he preferred it that way, to be honest. Hensley insisted on making breakfast – birthday breakfasts must include Papa’s Famous Mickey Mouse Pancakes – with Harry, while his wife called and texted the people that would be coming over later in the evening for the party. Amelie had already ordered their dinner and the cake (because it would be a disaster if she was making the evening’s meal, everyone knows this) and she would be off to go and pick that up soon. Adjacent to the kitchen, inside their dining room is many birthday balloons and the buffet-style heaters and Hensley’s poorly wrapped presents and letters. If Harry had to guess, Hensley had insisted on setting the party decorations up yesterday or the day before, because her impatience models her mother’s when it comes to birthday events, and there’s no way they were letting that wait until the very last minute.

“Papa,” Hensley smiles, taking a bite out of the pancake that he had already cut up and decorated with whipped cream for her, “what’s your favorite birthday present you’ve ever gotten?”

“You,” Harry says without hesitation, flipping another pancake and looking over to his wife, her bangs falling in front of her eyes as she types out an email and text at the same time. Amelie looks away from her devices and smiles at him brightly. He’s said that every year since she was born.

“I wasn’t born on your birthday, Papa! I was born in May!”

“Mama and I heard your heartbeat for the first time on my birthday,” Harry grins, fondly recalling the memory as he slides a pancake onto a spare plate for his wife. “That was the best gift ever, that Mama and I were going to have you, my little butterfly.”

“’Cause I’m your rainbow, arc-en-ciel! Mama tells me all the time.”

“That you are, our little butterfly.” Amelie stands from her chair at the kitchen table and makes her way towards her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing the freckles on his back sweetly, laying her cheek on his shoulder and hugging him tightly. Harry squeezes her hands around him, nodding his head towards the breakfast set for her beside the stove. “Our friends are coming over around six. Make sure you’re dressed and ready by then, okay, baby?” Amelie pats Harry’s stomach playfully and reaches for her plate, “I have an offer that I’d like to talk to you about tomorrow, too.”

“Ooh, an offer? Is this an offer I can take part in?” Harry says suspiciously, winking as she takes Hensley on her hip and brings her to the kitchen table. Hensley settles in her seat, knowing what her mother is doing. Amelie takes the candles and a lighter from the cabinet, waiting for Harry to bring his own plate to the table to stick the wax in and light for him to make a wish. Hensley pats his seat and smiles, “Thank you, Hens.”

“Alright, we’re going to sing Happy Birthday and then you’re going to make a wish, but you can’t tell me what it is, Papa,” Hensley says strictly, narrowing her eyes and pointing at the pancakes that Amelie has already decorated with three candles. Harry laughs quietly, masking it under a cough, and nods firmly. Hensley smiles at her mother and excitedly bounces in her seat, ready to sing. “Papa, are you ready?” Harry nods and kisses her forehead before they begin singing.

This moment in time, Harry wishes he could freeze it forever. Make time stand still and this be the moment he remembers for his entire lifetime. Harry has his wife, his daughter. He has everything he ever wanted with Amelie by his side. He has the things he dreamt about from the moment Amelie walked into his life and this, little did he know, would be one of the things he dreamt about. He never thought he’d be the type to want a quiet morning with hugs and pancakes and out of tune happy birthday songs, but here he is, basking in that very thing.

“Papa,” Hensley smiles, jumping off her chair and leaning on her toes to whisper in his ear, “what did you wish for?”

“Didn’t you tell me not to tell you?” Harry laughs, shaking his head and pursing his lips together in a tight line as if to say, ‘I can’t tell you’.

“I was kidding.” Harry belts out a laugh, Amelie shaking her head at the commentary. “Papa, dis-moi!”

Harry looks at her and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I didn’t wish for anything because I already have everything I ever wanted, my little butterfly.”

“That’s a waste of a wish!” Harry chuckles and shakes his head, swearing that later in the evening she can make a wish with him, so as to not ‘waste the wish’ again. “Alright, Papa. That makes it better.”

Harry and Hensley eat the rest of the breakfast quietly while Amelie mills about the kitchen cleaning, making sure the house is tidy and well organized for the evening. Many of their friends and family would be arriving in a few hours, her family especially always coming early, and Amelie wanted everything to be in order. Harry and Hensley take the day together while Amelie runs about, playing tea party and having a nap and doing all the things that birthdays include. Until Amelie interrupts their playing with the dollhouse in Hensley’s bedroom and informs them that the day has slipped away and it’s time to get ready.

Harry happily lets Hensley pick out his outfit – a sheer beige blouse and velvet pink pants – and her magenta corduroy pants and beige sweater are quite the match. Amelie is dressed in a silk, baby pink dress – his favorite one she’s bought in years – and her hair is a dirty shade of blonde, now. The Beneventini-Styles Family is dressed and ready to go by the time the Beneventini’s show up to their house, bearing flowers and treats and hugs for their granddaughter.

Good food. Good friends. Good music.

Harry’s parties are always a success according to Amelie, which is why she is very confused when she is saying goodnight to her goddaughters and her husband is nowhere to be seen. Hensley had fallen asleep on the couch earlier in the evening, after an inevitable sugar high from cookies and cake, and Harry had offered to bring her into bed with a complaint of, “Papa, je ne suis pas fatigue,” to which Harry chuckled and said, “You’re falling asleep on the couch, my little butterfly. It’s time for bed.”

Amelie smiles at her best friend, hugging her tightly, and shuts the front door, turning on her heel and beginning to trek up the stairs to her daughter’s bedroom where she knows he inevitably would be. Her eyes peek into the bedroom, smiling brightly when she sees her husband – her extremely handsome husband with whom she is very attracted to right now – lying in bed with their daughter, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. “I was wondering where you’d gone, but I know this is your favorite part of the day.”

“Always,” Harry says surely, laying his phone on his chest and looking up at his wife as she sits on the edge of the bed. “I could do without all this as long as I have you two.”

“Ah, I see. You were getting sentimental, Mr. Styles,” Amelie giggles, patting his leg and turning slightly so their eyes could meet. “I’m sure Hensley’s been asleep since you laid her in bed, so what have you been thinking about up here all by yourself? Anything you care to share with your wife?”

“I’ve been thinking about how you’ve been a part of ten of my birthdays. Very big part, might I add.”

“Oh, God. Ten? We’ve been together way too long. I think this is where we part ways.”

“Oh, shut up,” Harry laughs, nudging his foot into her thigh and shaking his head. “Do you remember what you got me for my birthday that year?” Amelie wiggles her eyebrows and giggles suggestively. “Not that! Well, that was great, too, but that’s not what I meant.”

“I remember. I gave you my copy of my favorite book.”

Harry nods and smiles, “I still have that, you know.”

“It’s in your nightstand, I know.” Amelie looks at Harry, her eyes soft and her pupils lightly dilated by the alcohol in her system, her heart warm with love as she stares at the man that she has spent the better portion of her life loving. It’s hard to believe that ten years ago, they were sharing some of their firsts, and now, they’re married and have a family. Sometimes, that still feels hard to believe to Amelie. “Do you always get this sentimental on your birthday?”

“Not always,” Harry says, although his wife is very well aware he’s lying. “Fine, always. I’m just so grateful that I decided to go out with Jeff that night. I’m so happy I made a fool of myself in front of you. It changed my life forever. You changed my life forever, you know.”

Amelie’s smile widens and her eyes well with tears, “And you changed mine, you know. My life is so much better with you in it. You and Hensley. My whole life is right here. I don’t need anything else.”

“I know it’s hard when I’m gone, and I don’t make things easy with all these movies and the travelling and everything, but I appreciate you so much. I don’t tell you that nearly enough, Ames. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you two in my life. Everything I do is for you.”

Amelie sighs and blinks back the tears in her eyes, standing on her feet and smoothing out her dress. “Remember that offer I mentioned earlier?” Harry nods slowly, sitting upright and kissing their daughter’s forehead, making sure that she stays asleep as he gets out of bed. “I think we should have another. That’s my offer. I want another with you.”

Harry’s mouth spreads into the widest smile she’s seen in a while, his body nearly bounding off the bed and his arms slipping around her waist, squeezing her tightly and swinging her around in a circle excitedly. “You’re lying, Ames. I thought we decided we’d find another route. After everything.”

“I changed my mind. I want another.”

Harry presses his mouth to Amelie’s kissing her deeply and longingly, her arms circling around his shoulders and holding him tightly to her chest. “I have to go downstairs. Everyone has to go home.”

“Excuse me?” Amelie laughs, shaking her head and grabbing his cheeks. “Everyone is here for you. Why are you kicking them out?”

“My love, I am kicking your family and my friends out because the party is over for them and just beginning for us. You and I have a baby to make.”

“Oh my god.”

“Amelie Fay, you just gave me about eighteen more reasons to rip this dress off you, as if I wasn’t already planning it before. I am getting these people out of my house, and I am taking you to bed.”

“Got it, got it.”

Harry quickly turns on his heel and begins to walk out the bedroom door, smirking to himself as he nearly jumps down the stairs. Amelie waits at the top of the stairs, shaking her head as she listens to him explain that they’ve put Hensley down and they would all be heading to bed soon, their friends very much understanding what he’s getting at before the words could even leave his mouth. Amelie rolls her eyes, bidding everyone a goodbye at the front door and hugging her family tightly, Harry already in the kitchen tidying up.

“It’s still your birthday for another, well, it’s not your birthday anymore but why are you cleaning?”

“’Cause you will not get naked unless this kitchen is clean. I know you better by now, Amelie Fay.”

“How do you know that?”

“’Cause I’ve been married to you for five years,” Harry says surely. “And I know you like the back of my hand.” And Harry does know Amelie like the back of his hand. It’s why they’re so good together, why they’re the best for each other. Everything with Amelie and Harry makes sense. Careers, family, the works. “And I love you.”

Harry wishes that he could take a snapshot of this moment.

Harry and Amelie drinking the leftover wine and sloppily kissing in the kitchen and making love in the living room as the fireplace roars with life. Everything makes sense in that moment, everything that’s become their life makes sense. And Harry wishes he could have it forever, a core memory, something that he could experience for the rest of his days.

Harry forgets that this is his life, that he does get to experience it for the rest of his days. And that makes his birthday all the more special.

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Ghost of Unprotected Sex Past Chapter 6 - The Nursery

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader (formerly… and possibly future?? ;) ) // IronDad

Series summary: When your daughter gets sick, you finally have to tell Tony Stark he has a kid. How will he react? How will he get involved in your life?

Chapter summary: Tony puts together a room for your daughter at the tower.

Word Count: 513 words (drabble chap.) ✨Series Masterlist | My Masterlist

Contents: Pure fluff. Tony’s new to the parenting thing. The f word.

A/N: First update of this series in a while! They’re gonna start coming pretty frequently now, hopefully once a week if not more, so that the chapters that are part of Tony Stark Bingo are all out by the deadline. This one is not though; just a little drabble of a chapter. Enjoy!

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(This is not what the room looked like but I like the picture)

When you were finally satisfied with your elaborate color-coded system that would likely be incomprehensible to anyone else, you sat at your desk, your planner open in front of you, wondering, ‘Ok what now?’

You fiddled with your computer a bit, saving a picture of you and Amelie as the background and changing the default browser. That only killed less than five minutes.

You glanced back at the calendar. Tony didn’t have any appointments for another four days, because he had already cleared his schedule while Amelie was in recovery.

You refreshed your inbox. No new emails. You refreshed Tony’s inbox. No new emails. In your organization tornado that morning, you had organized the thousands of messages sitting in both into neat folders, sent all the drafts, and cleared out the spam.

You asked FRIDAY to pull up the feed of Amelie. She was napping.

You let out a long, bored sigh.

“FRIDAY, where is Tony right now?” you asked, drumming your fingertips on the desk.

“Mr. Stark is on the guest residential floor, Miss,” she replied.

“What on earth is he doing there?” you mumbled under your breath.

You stayed sitting a moment, wrestling with your own mind. Finally, with a groan, you rose and went to the elevator.

“What the fuck is this?” you asked when you finally arrived at the room Tony was in.

He spun around quickly, not having noticed your approach.

“It’s-um-it’s-I-uh-I was preparing a room for Amelie,” he stammered.

You took another look around you and burst out laughing.

He had painted each wall a different pastel-adjacent shade: cotton candy pink, sky blue, spring green, and lavender. That’s fine. The bed had a unicorn headboard, which might have been a little juvenile considering how mature your kid was but wouldn’t be completely ridiculous if she were a more typical eight year old girl.

And then there was… a play pen.

Like, one of those mesh enclosures for infants to get some belly time in. Or to contain an avalanche of toys owned by a two-year-old.

“Tony…” you managed through your wheezing.

He was looking at you with a mix of annoyance and genuine concern on his face.

“What?” he asked, cocking a hip and tilting his head.

“Tony,” you repeated, getting a hold of yourself and grabbing him by the shoulders. “She’s eight years old. She’s my baby, but she’s not a baby.”

He flushed pink and averted your gaze. “So I’m a little off the mark is what you’re saying?”

“Just a little,” you replied with a giggle. “Just… lose the playpen, maybe lose the unicorn headboard. She’ll appreciate the colors; she’s a colorful kid. Maybe add a few bookcases? She’d love that.”

“She a reader?” He turned to you with wide eyes.

“Oh yeah,” you confirmed. “Big time. Several reading levels above her grade. Huge nerd, our kid.”

His eyes got misty and he gazed out onto the room again, a well-intentioned attempt you had to admit. “Our kid,” he repeated back at a whisper.

[araignee-du-soir]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED: I’m typically pretty good at getting replies out, however lately I’ve been coming home from work just completely drained.  I do have a thread tracker if anyone is interested in seeing where their thread is at!

REPLIES:  When I reply I typically try to match the word count or go higher, on off days I do struggle but I generally try to match my partners as best I can!

STARTERS:  Sometimes it’s hard to just throw something out and run with it, however, I do normally inbox you beforehand and try to see if there is anything in particular you want.

INBOX: p l e a s e

SELECTIVITY: I’ll thread with anyone but if I’m not familiar with your character or if our writing styles don’t match I find it harder to muster the motivation to reply :(

WISHLIST: You can find my complete wishlist here: http://araignee-du-soir.tumblr.com/wishlist  But right now I’m craving either pre-talon Amelie or something close to it!

HONEST NOTE: One of the main reasons I take so long to reply is yes, my work kicks my ass occasionally, but I tend to try and stick to the order of my thread tracker and if I have a reply coming up that I don’t feel really invested in I push it off for longer than I should which in turn makes my activity slack.  

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[ofhalfwaya]

shelby talks. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIE!!!!!!! today is finally the day - she is 24 & i am so so so so so excited for this to be happening. i will be streaming all three boots today , so anyone can drop in or out at any time! i’ll post the link as soon as i’m ready! and not only that , i will be a) finishing up replies , because that is still a thing and b) trying to play some fun games! with that in mind , PLEASE feel free to drop by her inbox , write up a starter , or honestly anything for her birthday! 

[ofhalfwaya]

shelby talks. T-MINUS 2 HOURS UNTIL THE AMELIE BWAY STREAM! i’m officially online for the rest of the night as i work on starters, replies, and asks! feel free to send things into my inbox or like this for a starter!