Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. What happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp
A/N-I made Jughead British, I’m sorry!!! I know it takes his character away but I needed it for the story, I hope you guys are enjoying this!!!! Pls let me know what you thought of this part, thx me babes!
As Amelia looked through Aria trunk in search of the peanut butter, her eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar face hidden within the pile. “Hey, Aria?” Amelia spoke, catching Aria’s attention.
“What’s up, Lia?”
“I came across this picture and I don’t want to be nosy but do you know who it is?” In Amelia’s hands was a half ripped picture of a red haired man, the exact picture she had dear to her.
“My mum gave that to me when I was five, she says it’s my father.” Aria looked down at her hands, not wanting to meet Amelia’s confused eye.
“You’re lying to me.” Amelia accused, causing Aria’s heart to break at the accusation. In a short amount of time, she had grown close to her doppelgänger.
“I don’t know his name, I don’t where he is, I don’t know who he is but I know my mum and I know my uncle Jughead and I know they wouldn’t lie to me about my father. Yes, they’re protective of me but they wouldn’t lie to me about who my father is.”
“It’s just, it’s just that’s a picture of my dad.” Amelia said, possession clear in her voice.
The duo stayed silent for what seemed to be hours, neither one knowing what to say to make the atmosphere lighter.
“Happy birthday Aria!” Betty greeted the young red haired girl with a grin that made Aria feel at ease. “You’re such a big girl now.”
“But auntie Betty! It’s not my birthday, it’s my mummy’s!” but still Aria spun around to show off her summer dress as if it was her birthday. (Y/N) watched from the distance as her best friend and daughter bonded and laughed. Jughead and Veronica by her side. A sudden shift in the trio caught Aria’s attention.
“I’ve got something for you. I know, you didn’t want us to spend anything but once I saw it, I couldn’t resist.” Veronica clapped “Look how beautiful it is!” She opened the velvet box to show (Y/N) the golden heart necklace she had picked out earlier that day.
“Veronica, I-I can’t accept that. I mean you flew out here, that’s enough for me.”
“I couldn’t stand not being with you on your birthday and I wanted to make your day extra special. Accept the locket and open it up.”
(Y/N) finally surrendered to her raven haired best friend. Taking the velvet box in her hand and gently lifting the heart necklace inside. She opened it with caution. The necklace looked so delicate, she didn’t want it to break.
“The suspense is killing me,” Jughead interrupted the silence “I want to know what’s inside.”
Rolling her eyes at her brother, she finally opened the locket and was met with a picture of Archie and Amelia inside. “Veronica, y-you didn’t have to.”
“(Y/N), I wanted to, so now come here and let me put it on you.”
Pushing (Y/N)’s hair to the side and wrapping the necklace around her, Veronica watched as (Y/N) bit back tears. “I got a necklace so they’ll be right by your heart.”
“You’re the baby in the picture in my mum’s locket!” Aria gasped “It wasn’t me, it was you! That’s what auntie Veronica meant when she said ‘so they’ll be right by your heart.’ She was talking about you and your, no, our father.”
“Let’s say we are related, why have we not been made aware by anyone of the other?”
“I don’t know Amelia, there must’ve been a reason.”
Amelia sighed, looking up to Aria. She couldn’t process it all, ever since she could remember she wondered why her mom wasn’t around but Aria was right, there must’ve been a reason. Amelia sprung up from her seat and rushed over to her trunk, searching for something that could solve this.
“Aria, that picture, it’s ripped. Maybe this is the other half.” Amelia held the picture out, placing it directly in front of Aria’s face.
“Melia, that’s too close for anyone to actually see.” Aria said playfully “Show me the picture from an acceptable distance.”
Amelia moved her arm back and let Aria scan the ripped picture. Aria ran to her bed and picked the picture up, placing it to the right of Amelia’s. “Does this answer your question?” Aria raised her eyebrow “Amelia, we’re sisters.”
Amelia stayed quiet, glancing down at the floor, unsure of what to say. Questions ran through her mind, making it hard for words to come out. Why had her mother left her? Why did her parents separate? And why didn’t her dad tell her about Aria?
“Tell me about our dad, what’s his name? Is he everything mum has described him to be?”
Archie shivered as the cold hit him, even during winter, Riverdale was never that cold. “Remind me again why I let you two Brits drag me to England with you?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at Archie before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the airport to her grandparents.
“(Y/N)! Darling! How have you been?” her grandmother greeted “And who is this stunner?”
“I’ve missed you too grandmother!” Jughead retorted, wrapping his arms around her.
“Yeah, yeah, miss you too.” she playfully smacked his arms off her. “How are you, Archie? Taking good care of my little angel?”
“I’ve been good, thank you Mrs.Jones and you know it, Mrs.Jones. Always have and always will.”
“Listen to me son when I say you’re still too young for ‘always will’, once (Y/N) moves back over here, you’ll find some other girl and act as if she never existed.” Edward, (Y/N)’s grandfather, spoke.
“Grandad! Stop! You’ve known Archie as long as I have and you know he isn’t like that!” (Y/N) defended. “Anyways, me and Jug are taking him sight-seeing! We’ll be home for dinner, I promise.”
“Jug and I, not me and Jug.” Josephine, (Y/N)’s grandmother, corrected “You kids have fun. Just make sure (Y/N) is back home alive before 7pm.”
Archie looked down at (Y/N) with a smile plastered across his face. She could barely sit still. He thought back to when she begged him to join her and Jughead on their visit to her grandparents. He knew that she loved her grandparents more than anything and he also knew that they treated her as if she was the most valuable thing going.
“I’m guessing Mr.Jones isn’t fond of me.” Archie sighed as the trio sat at the back of the sightseeing tourbus.
“Don’t take it personally, Andrews. He’s not very fond of me either.” Jughead remarked. “Grandfather isn’t very fond of anyone who isn’t (Y/N) or Grandmother.”
“Mum loves her grandmother. She’s always with her. Grandmother actually told me of the story of when our dad came to visit them for the first time as mum’s boyfriend!“ Aria grinned “Great-Grandfather wasn’t fond of the idea of uncle Jughead’s best friend dating mum. He’s very protective over us.”
“So mom’s grandparents are still alive?” Amelia raised her eyebrow, to which Aria nodded her head as a response.
“Mom’s family seem amazing. I’d love to meet uncle Jughead!” Amelia looked to Aria for her response, expecting Aria to frown at her hint but instead she was greeted with a grin.
“Crazy idea, I know, but what if we swapped places?”
A/N: Honestly I’m not a big fan of this chapter but some tidbits of info in this one are essential for later on. Let’s just call it that one episode that almost cancelled the show… cool? cool. - Amelia
“What now!?” Hoseok groaned. I probably killed his ears these
last two days with all the shouting. The other boys looked up from their desks to
see Jungkook’s computer mouse glued to my palm.
Jungkook slipped away from
Jimin’s desk and rushed to my side, frantically asking if I’d be alright. The
rest of the boys were murmuring amongst themselves then I could hear one of the
chairs scraping back on the linoleum.
“Taehyung, you idiot.” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, like some
kind of beast had awoken inside him.
“Hyung, don’t hit him again!” Jimin intervened, walking over
and standing between the two boys desks.
“This is a big offence Jimin. Let me teach him another
“How about we let Y/n decide how to deal with this situation?”
Namjoon suggested, and then they all looked over to me.
Thanks to the feedback I’m writing a part two and we’ll be writing part 3 when
the challenge starts since there’s a prompt that goes perfectly with next chapter.
Hope y’all enjoy, xoxo. Btw, Italic are
Her glorious body was thrown to the floor by Sam who just
knocked her out with the handle of his gun. Slowly I stood up from the floor,
my brothers arms helped me to get on my feet. “You okay?” He asked worried as
always, I nodded and stand there by myself, “I’m fine” I replied staring at Y/N
who’s lying unconscious on the floor. “Thought you were going to kill her with
the ‘But I can chop your head off’ and
all that” I added.
Sam glared at Y/N, “We need her to get the others, and
then I’ll gladly kill her.”
“Sure” I carried her off the floor and into the Impala
then drove us to an abandon warehouse for an interrogation section with this
vampire. “Wakey wakey” I splashed water on her face, she woke up on a gasp
glaring at me with her hazel and big eyes. God
she’s beautiful, why did she have to be a blood sucker? Her shocked
expression shifted into a more serious one, gripping the hell out of those seat
“Thought we had thing going on” Y/N spoke, her tone
steady and clear.
You get bonus points if you can identify all the characters- you’ll see…
She does this thing.
The problem with Amelia is she’s like a younger sister that is so brutally honest about everything, you have to forgive her and actually take what she’s said on board. When I started dating Derek, Amelia had been the first one of his sisters to meet me.
She was a bold, confident and messy sixteen-year-old girl with a lot to say. I remember Derek describing her as a hurricane but didn’t understand his comparison until I met her. It was a summer’s evening on the east coast and we had decided we would go out for dinner. We settled into our seats in the local Italian restaurant and were welcomed by a waiter in his late teens.
“Bonjourno, welcome, here are some menus. I’m Rolando and I be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with drinks?” the young man had said in his thick Italian accent. I looked at Amelia sat next to me to see she was eyeing him up, the mischief clear and sparkling even for a stranger to spot. Her lips curled into a smirk and I saw him catch her eye and flirtatiously smile back.
After we had ordered some wine he turned to the whole group and asked, “Could I get you some bread and olive oil to start?” Being the one nearest Amelia, I heard her mutter “You can oil my bread any time.” The inuendo didn’t even make that much sense but the way she said it… I was shocked to hear it come out of a sixteen-year-old. Throughout the meal however, I quickly became accustomed to the unashamed, honest, sometimes dirty, highly inappropriate comments she dared to say.
We ended the evening back at the family home, having a nightcap or two before bed. Carolyn was complimenting me on my manners and demeanour, saying she wished Derek’s father was around to meet me. My thanks were cut short by Amelia cheekily replying, “Mum, if you carry on like this, your head’s going to be so far up Addie’s ass that you can compliment her from her own mouth.” Caroline gasped “Amelia” in a scornful way before frowning at her.
That was the first time I met Amelia, and I knew everything Derek had told me about his little sister had been no exaggeration.
“The birds have vanished into
the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain
and me, until only the mountain
remains.” Owen lay back as he said it, resting his head on a patch of
soft grasses that surrounded them.
“Only the mountain, eh?”
“…And you.” He added,
looking right into her.
Her breathing stopped for a
moment. Then she inhaled deeply, as if suddenly remembering how. She turned her
gaze to the view of Mt. Rainier far in the distance across a long valley and an
endless sky. That eternity was a safer place to look than the one she saw in
“I can only imagine the
words that Ancient Chinese poets would have used if they could have seen me
coming.” Amelia joked, because that was easier than pregnant silence.
Owen chuckled, because that
was easier than pressing her with his feelings. For the time being.
“Tell me a story,” he asked
“About what?” she wondered.
“Tell me about your favorite
day. You know, a day that if you could go back in time and do it over, you
wouldn’t change a thing.”
“My favorite day…” Amelia
sat in thought for a while.
Owen watched her hands play
with the lupines growing among the grasses. Those flowers looked like Ancient Chinese
houses, full of poetry of their own, at least when she touched them.
Amelia had a lot of days she’d
do over again if she could - at least a thousand – but all differently. She
didn’t much like the past. But Owen had a way of making her recall the things
And so Amelia remembered…
“The summer I was 13, my
friend, Michelle, invited me to spend a couple of weeks at her aunt’s farm in
Upstate New York. There was a festival going on a few towns away. Her aunt said
no, but I convinced Michelle we should go anyway. Her aunt thought we were
walking to town to see a movie and do some shopping. She told us to be back by
dark. Really we walked to the highway and hitchhiked to catch a ride. The whole
walk I was high. Not on drugs, but something else. It was something I’d never
Owen looked at her
thoughtfully. He wanted this.
Amelia continued, “A couple
in a pick-up stopped for us, and said we could hop in the back with their kids.
There was a wooden frame around the truck bed so we could stand up and hold on.
The truck started moving, and my high got bigger. The wind was in my face,
blowing through me, like it held my soul. I felt like I was moving toward
something huge and great, like how my life could be if I imagined hard enough. The
fields around us were so green, and there was a rainbow in the sky – only not
just a regular one. It was a triple rainbow, spanning across the entire
horizon. I’d never seen one before - or since. I didn’t even know they existed.
And then all at once, everything seemed possible.”
Owen tried not to move a
muscle, lest she stop talking. He wanted more of her, so much more.
And she gave him more. “The
festival was sensory overload – full of color, movement, sounds, fragrances,
and people. We met this boy playing carnival games. He caught my attention
because somehow he won every time. He had this shoulder-length strawberry
blonde hair that fell in his eyes like Kurt Kobain’s. I asked him if he wanted
to get ice creams with us, and he did. Only he got a chocolate milkshake
instead. He let me taste it, and all my 13-year-old self could think about was
how his lips had been on the straw before mine.”
Amelia paused and glanced at
Owen. His eyes widened. Maybe he was getting more than he could handle here.
But he wanted everything nonetheless.
“Don’t worry,” she assured
him, “the day did not end with me screwing ‘Kurt’ behind the tilt-a-whirl.”
Much to his chagrin, Owen
breathed a sigh of relief.
“In fact,” she added, “After
the milkshake, he was gone. And that was part of the magic of it all. Just
moving from one high to the next. Without effort, without trying.
“Michelle kept nagging me
about needing to be home by dark, so we made our way back to the highway and
caught another ride. We rode in the back of a pick-up again, only this time we
were lying in the bed, looking up at the sky. Michelle pointed out the first
star and told me to make a wish. But in that moment, I had nothing to wish for.
So instead I squeezed her hand and told her thanks for an amazing day. She
moved her head against mine and squeezed my hand back in the twilight. And then
she told me her aunt was going to kill us.”
Amelia smiled. And Owen’s
heart melted into the mountain.
“Only she didn’t kill you,”
“No. We told her there was a
double feature that we just couldn’t resist, and she was forgiving. It was the
perfect day,” Amelia concluded.
Owen silently agreed. It was
perfect. She was perfect. Perfectly flawed. And he loved it. Every bit of it.
She could feel it as he
looked at her. So she tried to distract him again.
“Your turn now,” she insisted,
“Tell me about your favorite day.”
His eyes were on her for a
long time. And then he began…
“My favorite day happened here
in Seattle. I had a lot of great days growing up here, but I’ll tell you about
the one I wouldn’t change. I woke up that day to the sun high in the sky. The
forecast called for rain, but there were no clouds in sight. The day was full
of possibilities – but it felt good to not have to hurry off to them. It felt great
to just lie in bed and dream about them.”
Amelia felt great just
picturing Owen lying in bed, dreaming. She loved this.
He offered more, “The phone
rang, and I was surprised to hear a girl’s voice when I picked up. Only not
just any girl. It was a girl I’d had a crush on for a long time. She asked me
what I was doing and if I wanted to hang out. I pinched my arm. Just to make
sure I wasn’t still dreaming.”
All of a sudden, Amelia wasn’t
loving this quite so much anymore. Young Owen crushing on other girls wasn’t
part of her dreams. But he was patient
with her story about ‘Kurt,’ and she could offer him the same.
“I picked her up in my car,”
he continued, “And we drove through the city. I wanted to take her someplace
special, but I didn’t want to tell her that. I wanted to experience the day
with her and not scare her off or change her mind about spending time with me.
“We parked the car and
started walking. I had led her there, but then I just followed her to where I
knew our path would take us. There was a butterfly following her too. It was
pale blue, the exact color as her eyes. But I’m not sure if she saw it.”
Awareness crept over Amelia,
and her heartbeat seeped into her skin. “Maybe she saw it too,” she said
“Perhaps,” Owen smiled.
“What happened next?” Amelia
“We sat together a long
time, just her and me and the mountain. Telling our stories. We had the most
beautiful view in Seattle, only I couldn’t stop looking at her.
Amelia’s heart was crazy now.
“And how did the day end?” she asked.
Owen paused a long time
before he answered, “I told her - I love her.”
Amelia’s voice was barely
audible now, “And how did she respond?”
“She hasn’t yet,” he said
gently, “But I’ll keep you posted.”
The wind blew through Amelia
and it held her soul. She was high. As high as she’d ever been. Feelings this strong
just had to be named. To not name them was to deny their existence. And there was
no denying this.
“She loves you too,” she
whispered with the wind.
Owen could breathe again. He
breathed in her words and they filled him up. He reached out through the lupine,
through poetry, and took her hand in his.
Amelia felt like she was
moving toward something huge and great, like how her life could be if she
imagined hard enough. And then all at once, everything seemed possible.
Sorry it’s the 28th, not the 27th, but I changed the whole concept at the last minute. This is set in the middle of Brigham at Halloween time. It’s FLUFF FRIDAY! Harvard/Brigham series can be found here.
The ‘I’m fine’ thing. If a man says it, it usually means 'I’m fine’. Coming from a woman, it could mean 'please ask me a questions until I admit what is bothering me’, 'I’m in a terrible mood- help’, 'You’ve done something wrong- figure it out yourself’, 'I’m not fine’, and of course the least likely of them all- 'I’m fine’. So when Owen Hunt asks me how I am as he saunters into the room to scrub next to me, and I want to say how upset I am, how angry I am, how disappointed I am, I simply reply with, “I’m fine.”
“I know that 'I’m fine’,” he smirks, “You’re not fine. Tell me Snow White, what’s the problem?” Damn him for knowing me so well, and for being so charming about it too.
A massive happy birthday to @magicalpostface. Shower her with love people. This is for you poppet x
She does this thing…
Cooking was never high on the list of qualities I envisioned a wife having. Cristina was a prime example of this- I remember she cooked me eggs one morning with her left hand to build her dexterity and I was still struggling with the shell particles in my throat at lunchtime. That was the one and only time she cooked me breakfast.
Cristina was a lost cause in the kitchen. Amelia however… I went from can’t cook to won’t cook. Amelia is more than capable of whipping up a dish or two, she just finds the entire thing tedious and boring.
The first thing she can cook is waffles. I discovered this the first time she stayed at the trailer. I had woken up early, some tweeting birds outside my window reminding me that there was something to wake up to. A vision. Amelia Shepherd was lying on her front, her back exposed, her hands and face hugging the pillow and her stillness making me wonder whether she was even still breathing.
I stared, transfixed for about twenty minutes, memorising every detail. Eventually I frowned and just checked… I placed my fingertips to her pulse point and felt the strong beats. She stirred. She lightly opened her eyes and smiled as soon as she saw me. It was a smile that will be etched in my mind forever, even if I develop dementia and forget my own name.
A few kisses, a snuggle, a joke and a playful conversation about us finally getting some peace and quiet later, she said she was going to make us waffles. Waffles?! I didn’t peg her as the waffle-making type but she stood up and casually threw my t-shirt over her head without asking and rifled through the cupboards.
I asked her if she enjoyed cooking and she said she only ever makes waffles. That was her one thing. Her dish. I joked that you could never have enough waffles in life and I remember the blush that had taken to her cheeks.
Her waffles are nearly as good as her skills in the bedroom… nearly.
could you write one with Owen teasing Amelia and the aftermath of the teasing? ;)
A/N I was inspired on a train journey back home. This is also in response to the numerous “more hot fics pls” prompts! Read the question, guess the warning, it’s a dirty one.
They sat on the back two seats of the train, facing forward. The carriage around them was empty and it was a quiet Sunday afternoon. They had spent a week away at a conference, deciding to travel back the day after everyone else to enjoy some alone time. After a tiring six days of lectures and presentations however, the previous night was mainly spent sleeping, much to the couple’s displeasure.
Glitter is shit. I knew there was a reason as to why I couldn’t stand any of it. Four showers taken since last night, yet I’m still able to find some here and there. Let’s not even talk about my bed. The next little shit (Amelia Fabray) who throws some on me is going to end up dead. Doesn’t matter if it’s a kid’s birthday party or not. I’ll make it more entertaining.
My first contribution to angst week, Owen and Amelia’s kid dies @omeliaweek. This does not take place in my already made up Shepherd-Hunt family world.
Amelia walked back to the Pediatrics floor of Grey-Sloan, as she carried a dish of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles for her five year old. Her eyes were red from crying for the past four days and her body was weak from sleep deprivation and the tiny human she had been growing for the past five months. It was three months ago she figured out she was pregnant, and it was four months ago Alex Karev had told them Maddie’s cancer was back. Her sweet five year old little red head had been in remission for almost a year when their world came crashing down. Her liver cancer was back and had spread to her blood and pancreas. Maddie had been a fighter the past year, but this time the cancer was more aggressive and she stopped responding to treatment. Karev told them she had only a few months left and it was going to a very painful and long few months.
Just last week Maddie was admitted to the hospital when she woke up in the middle of the night gasping for air. The cancer had now moved to her lungs and the five year old wasn’t understanding why she couldn’t breathe anymore. She had woken up huffing for air and trying to scream for Amelia. As Amelia remembered the night Maddie was admitted, she thought back to how she and Owen had been in denial of how truly severe her cancer was getting. The past few months had been agonizing for not only Maddie, but them as well. Amelia finally made her way back to the Peds floor, when she came face to face with her ginger haired husband. He was leaning against the nurses station, discussing Maddie’s care with Lynn, their favorite nurse, and the nurse they requested be on Maddie’s case. As Amelia got closer she could hear Lynn’s voice, “Dr. Hunt, you and Dr. Shepherd should start to prepare yourselves.”