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Dangerous Woman- Part 12

A/N: I actually enjoyed this part….

Warnings: Swearing/Fluff

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader 

Part 11/ Masterlist

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Convalescence Pt.12

Thanks for following me on this journey. This was my first time writing a two parter so i hope you guys really enjoyed it. As always, lots of constructive criticism and compliments are welcomed.

Monday 18th July 2017.

“Follow my finger.”

“Oh god it’s brain cancer, isn’t it,” the patient exclaimed, panicking as Amelia assessed her, “I have brain cancer.”

Sighing and slowly rolling her eyes as subtly as possible, Amelia announced, “You don’t have brain cancer. You have a concussion.”

The woman furrowed her eyebrows. “Wh-what?”

“A mild one, too.” She pulled out her pad and wrote her a prescription. “There’s a pharmacy right across the street. Have a nice day.”

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Dangerous Woman- Part 9

A/N: Eat your heart out because this is fucking sugar!

Warnings: FLUFF/Pre-smut

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader 

Part 8/ Masterlist

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Nyotalia Native America headcannon

Where as Alfred and Matthew’s mom raised them because she was pregnant with them (obviously) , her nyo litterally captured Amelia and Maddiline when he ambushed Francine (Maddie’s mama) and Alice ( Amelia’s mama) separately and then took the girls without either of them knowing.
At least he was decent father…kinda. Needless to say Alice hates him alot more then the rest of the Englands (yes, even Aruthur still loves his NA in werid way in comparison to Alice’s love/hate for almost every one).
From—> @lolitalady-chan

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Sophie: “’Bi! Mama bi?”

Amelia: “Oh, Sophie! Is it your turn, baby? Are you gonna have a birthday~?”

Sophie: “Biir!!”

Amelia: “Come here, we’ll let you out.”

Somehow or another, both parents manage to get the squirming infant to the floor by the chairs. Already, as they lay her down, they can see a kind of shifting, a growth spurt befitting a child of her age. The blanket that wraps her tight sheds, quickly bereft of its initial purpose…

Quickening, part 7

(This series is set during Amelia’s 5th month of pregnancy – and possibly a bit beyond. Each story can stand alone, but you can also read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6. My sincere apologies to Evelyn Hunt for killing her off in a previous fic. I’ve never regretted anything more. =) So I take it back! She’s alive. I’ve been desperate to write this one about #Everolyn for nearly a month. As always, I hope you enjoy it as I do.)

Falling in love never happens the same way twice. Sometimes it starts slow and gentle as a trickle of pebbles rolling down a hillside. Other times the earth shakes and cracks in an avalanche, and we fall fast and hard. Our stomachs drop, and our breath is taken. However it happens, falling is always unexpected and intense. We can fall in love with passion and tenderness as a lover, with nurturing and protectiveness as a parent, and with fullness and devotion as a friend. Any time we open ourselves to love, we fall. Falling comes with a risk of great sorrow and pain. That is the price of love. But to fall is a divine gift. It changes us and takes us somewhere new - to a place we’re meant to be. If we want to fall - if we’re brave enough to take the risk, then all we need to do is climb. For a landslide only happens on the mountain.

***

“I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Til the landslide brought me down…”

August dawned peacefully for Amelia. Her ultrasound showed normal development and confirmed that the baby was indeed a girl, as the cell free fetal DNA testing had indicated weeks prior. Amelia’s bloodwork was normal, except for slight anemia, which may have contributed to her fainting. Although the OB suggested it was likely due to a perfect storm of low blood sugar from skipping lunch, dilated blood vessels from high progesterone levels, and a sudden drop in blood pressure from standing quickly.

Still, Owen hadn’t left her side in three days. She stayed close to him, because she knew how much he needed it. He sat on the sofa, and she lay beside him with her feet in his lap. The baby was moving a lot today. “She’s excited about something,” Amelia said with her hand on her stomach. The movements we’re so strong now, they hardly felt like flutters anymore. Amelia thought about how quickly things can change.

Owen watched her gaze out the window. The sky was alive with metallic silver and gold as the clouds played games with the sun. A small beam of light shone into the room, fading as quickly as it arrived, only to be replaced by another and then another. Owen felt one of the beams on his hands, warming him, willing him to play too.

He held the slippers that covered Amelia’s feet. He glanced intently at her fair skin over the tiny bones in her ankles and then further up the curve of her leg. Her loose pajamas had pushed themselves up around her knees. He felt a tightness in his chest as he imagined touching the curves of her.

For the past few days, Owen had been nervous to touch her too much. It had been hard for him to let go of the image of her lying unconscious on the hospital floor. Even though he knew her strength, she had appeared so fragile in that moment. Now here in the sunshine she looked so vital. He wanted his hands on her skin.

Amelia felt his fingers slip into the valleys of her ankles. His hands were warm, but the touch made her shiver. She turned her gaze to look at him, and his eyes were already on her. He held her with them as he took her slippers off one at a time. His touch was light at first, with the fullness of both hands on her bare foot. It felt so good. She wanted to let her eyes close but she didn’t, keeping herself open to more sensation. His thumbs moved back and forth across her arch with increasing pressure and insistency. He was so good at this. She knew how good he was, and she knew what would come next.

Owen moved to her other foot, giving it the same attention as the first. He watched pleasure spread across her face like the sunbeams. He slid his hands up her ankles slowly, savoring the feel of her. He played over her calves like the clouds to the sun, keeping the pressure gentle. The smoothness of her skin called him higher, and he answered. He paused at the hem of her pajamas, rubbing the soft fabric between his fingertips. He loved Amelia in plaid. He loved her in anything - and nothing.

Amelia felt goose bumps as he slipped his hands up inside her pant legs. He massaged lightly behind her knees and up the backs of her thighs. Amelia held her breath as he wrapped his caress around the front.  The feeling was intense - almost too much. It was that feeling that happens just before it’s too much.

“Owen…” she started, uncertain how to continue. This moment was incandescent torture. And still he looked into her eyes, seeing her vulnerable, seeing her want him.

All of a sudden the doorbell rang.

“Fuck,” Amelia exhaled slowly.

“That’s the plan,” he teased, stroking all the way to the top of her thighs, “Let’s ignore them. They’ll go away.”

Her breathing was quick and shallow. She lay as still as possible, absorbing the sensations of Owen’s touch and willing the person at the door to leave.

However, the bell rang again. Then knocking started. Then they heard a voice. “Hello-o-o-o! Anyone home? Amelia, I know you’re not at the hospital.”

“Fuck!” Amelia muttered again.

“Who is it?” Owen asked, his hands still caressing her.

“That would be my mother.”

Owen moved as quickly as he ever had in his life, as if he was dodging grenades. He untangled himself from Amelia and stood up from the couch. He adjusted his clothing, trying to make himself look presentable, or at least trying to make himself look as if he hadn’t just been about to have sex with Carolyn Shepherd’s daughter.

“What the hell is your mom doing here?!” his voice was low and agitated.

A smile crept over Amelia’s face, revealing the dimple in her cheek. She tried to contain her laughter, but it erupted nevertheless. Then suddenly she was laughing hysterically, watching Owen smooth the wrinkles out of his pants.

And the knocking continued.

Amelia stood carefully. “Coming…” she hollered toward the door. Then quietly for Owen she whispered, “…Almost.” She winked at him as she ran her hands up his chest. Her lips were moist and open as she kissed him, showing him how it would have been.

“Fuck,” Owen muttered softly as Amelia reached for the door.

***

“…Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
And can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don’t know, I don’t know…”

Amelia opened the door, and Carolyn swept in as a silver gale.

“Mom! You’re… here. What a… surprise,” Amelia tried to muster enthusiasm into her voice, but she had always been better at real than fake.

Carolyn reached a single hand to Amelia’s cheek, running her thumb over the dimple her daughter had managed to summon along with the false enthusiasm. She settled her brown eyes deep into Amelia’s blue, and Amelia’s smile softened into something real. She knew a façade wouldn’t work today with Carolyn, not that it ever had. The truth of the matter was that Amelia was glad to see her. Looking into her mother’s eyes always felt like coming home. Even when home had been a hard place to be.

“There’s my girl,” Carolyn said simply, sliding her hand down from Amelia’s cheek to her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Carolyn wasn’t a hugger, but Amelia had been – once upon a time. Her arms went around her mom as she remembered. And Carolyn held her for a moment remembering too – the joy and the sorrow.

Carolyn stepped back and looked at Amelia from head to toe. “I had to see you for myself. I figured if I told you I was coming, you might schedule a dozen back to back surgeries.”

Amelia knew her mom was right.

Carolyn turned her gaze to Owen, who was standing there feeling conspicuous in his own house. She reached out for his hand, and he held hers in a single shake. Carolyn covered the back of his hand with her other one. She held it for a long time as she spoke, “Owen Hunt. It’s very good to see you.”

“Hi Mrs. Shepherd. It’s good to see you too,” Owen was better at false enthusiasm than Amelia, but his smile was genuine regardless. “It’s been a long time. Please come inside.”

“And please call me Carolyn. Seems a more fitting name coming from the father of my future grandchild.” Carolyn Shepherd was never one to mince words.

“Well… I… uh…” Owen shared a confused glanced with Amelia. He didn’t think she had told her mom yet about the pregnancy. Amelia shrugged her shoulders. Indeed she hadn’t told her. Although clearly somebody had.

All the while Carolyn still held Owen’s hand in both of hers. He looked a little pekid, and she dropped it now so he could recover.

“It’s true, Mom,” Amelia told her, “You’re going to be a grandma - for the nineteenth time.”

“So I heard,” Carolyn said, “Lizzie called me. She has a friend who’s a scrub nurse at Grey Sloan. They’ve kept in touch since Lizzie donated the nerve for Derek. The nurse told her about you fainting.”

“Oh that Lizzie!” Amelia exclaimed with more false enthusiasm, “Always making friends.”

“It would have been nice to hear it from you though,” Carolyn said matter-of-factly, without judgement, just because it’s how she felt.

It had always been difficult for Amelia to talk to Carolyn about the big things - the things that might eventually lead to the words ‘I’m sorry.’ Hearing those words from her mom broke Amelia every time. She had been putting off the conversation for a while longer, just in case the baby wasn’t going to be okay after all.

“Well, that’s water under the bridge now,” Carolyn emphasized, “You’re going to have a baby. We should celebrate.”

“We should,” Amelia willed herself to believe it, “I’m going to go change.”

Owen pleaded with his eyes for her not to leave him alone with her mother, “Do you… uh… need any help?”

“Tempting as that offer is, how about you keep my mom company?” Amelia said mischievously. He knew she was leaving him alone with Carolyn on purpose.

“Owen,” Carolyn said, “I’ve been cooped up on a planes and buses for the past 7 hours. Why don’t we take a walk around the yard? I’d love to have a chance to smell those roses.”

“Sure, Mrs. Shep… uh… Carolyn,” Owen opened the door, and she stepped outside. He glanced back at Amelia who stood there in her pajamas waving at him with four fingers and a dimple on her cheek. He would find a way to pay her back later.

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Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older and I’m getting older too

The clouds and the sun still played their games, casting the yard in an ethereal mix of light and shadow. Carolyn walked in silence for a while, taking in the color and assessing the man beside her. She noticed he seemed more comfortable here outside. Owen could in fact breathe more easily now. In this bigger space, Carolyn seemed less formidable.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush - no pun intended,” she said with a flourish toward the roses, “Owen, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

He chuckled until Carolyn’s eyes met his. Then he knew she was serious.

“Oh! Since you know about the baby, I assumed you’d understand about us… I love Amelia. I’ve loved her for a long time. I loved her before I knew it. This is all for her – for us,” he said, looking around them.

“You’ve bought a house before. You’ve loved before. How can you be sure?”

Carolyn spoke the truth, and she deserved an answer. Owen felt her gaze directly upon him and found it easier to look at the roses. He took his time answering, “Amelia lights me up. She excites me. But it’s more than that. I feel myself in her when she moves. She speaks the words I feel inside myself. Being with her doesn’t change me, it just makes me more. She fills me in. She fills my life with possibility. I was lost, and she showed me the way to myself. She keeps showing me the way. She made me want to stop running. I feel hope again with her. I want everything for her. I want to give everything, and I want her to take it. She has my heart. And that’s not changing.”

Carolyn rested her hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Owen. You’re good for Amelia. She’s not easy…” Carolyn’s voice trailed off in memory.

“The best things never are,” he said.

***

“…I’ve been afraid of changing
'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
And I’m getting older too
I’m getting older too…”

Conversation continued back inside the house. Owen and Amelia sat together on the sofa again, with Carolyn in a chair beside them. Amelia was working through the awkwardness of having her mother in her home when the doorbell rang. “Does anyone use a phone anymore?” she wondered, and then realized she had said it out loud.

Owen opened the door to find Evelyn Hunt standing on the porch, holding an enormous casserole dish.

“Mom! Here let me get that.”

“Now Owen, I’m fine! I’ve been carrying things for 67 years. I brought a pot roast. Just clear me a path to the kitchen.”

“Okay… Mom… thanks…” Owen’s brow furrowed in confusion as he held the door open for Evelyn to come in.

A sense of relief washed over Amelia as she felt Carolyn’s attention shift away from her onto the new arrival. Amelia liked Evelyn tremendously. She always had.

“Evelyn,” Amelia rose from the couch to escort her to the kitchen, “Today is just full of surprises.”

“For me too, dear,” Evelyn hugged her as soon as her hands were free, “I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought that you might already have company.”

Evelyn looked to Carolyn and the two women moved toward each other.

“No need to be sorry at all. It is lovely to meet you,” Carolyn extended both hands and Evelyn took them in hers, “I’m Carolyn Shepherd, Amelia’s mom.”

“Well, this is a fortunate day! I’m Evelyn Hunt and very glad to meet you too.”  The two women held hands for a long moment in greeting.

Amelia and Owen glanced at one another cautiously. This day had them both on edge.

“You two look like you need to sit down,” Evelyn ushered them to the sofa, “Please sit before you faint. We don’t need any more of that!”

Their mothers moved to sit in the chairs beside them as Amelia and Owen exchanged another confused look. They hadn’t yet told Evelyn about the pregnancy or the incident at the hospital.

Evelyn continued, “Imagine my surprise this morning to hear from John that his security guard friend at the hospital asked him if he knew how Amelia and the baby were doing!”

“Mom, I’m so sorry,” Owen apologized, “We were going to tell you soon.”

“My first grandchild, and I hear about it through a security guard!”

“Join the club,” Carolyn added, “I heard through a scrub nurse.”

The two women exchanged a sympathetic look.

Amelia wondered if there was anybody in the nation who hadn’t heard about her pregnancy. She half expected her phone to ring with a call from the president, congratulating Derek Shepherd’s little sister on the good news.

“There’s nothing quite like a grandchild,” Carolyn leaned forward and said to Evelyn, “You’re in for the greatest treat of your life.”

Evelyn’s eyes turned glassy. Any animosity that she may have felt toward her son for not informing her about the baby, flowed out in a single tear. She reached across the space between them and touched Owen’s arm.

He was overwhelmed by this room full of powerful women and was trying to move through the feeling. He could feel pebbles rolling down the hillside.

Amelia knew what he needed. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and ran her fingers up to the nape of his neck, slowly, as if all the time in the world was only for feeling. She continued her caress until Owen could breathe again. And still she continued, with her fingertips softly in his hair.

Their mothers were absorbed in conversation in the chairs beside them. Owen heard their words here and there - the important words, “Navy… Vietnam… death… children… doctors… 30 years…” But mostly he was aware of the feeling of Amelia’s fingers on his neck. Thinking wasn’t working so well anymore. He rested a hand on her leg – completely still at first. Then he moved a finger along her inner thigh, just a square inch of movement. Amelia gasped softly. He repeated that small motion, again and again, using just the tip of his finger. Suddenly thinking wasn’t working so well for Amelia either.

***

“…So, take this love, take it down
Oh, if you climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down…”

“Carolyn,” Evelyn said, “Something tells me that you and I could talk forever.”

“I absolutely agree,” Carolyn replied with a smile, “Shall we go out for a cup of coffee and get started on that?”

“It would be my pleasure. Besides…” Evelyn glanced at Owen and Amelia, “I think these two could use some time without us.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s more fun to have sex when your mothers are not in the room. So we’ll leave them to get to that.” Carolyn winked at them. 

Owen’s face flushed scarlet red as the roses, and he thought about how the apple never falls too far from the tree. He shuddered to imagine the antics that their daughter would have in store for them. But he didn’t dare think about that now. He had enough formidable women to deal with at the moment. Let Sara be just a tiny baby - just a butterfly - for a little longer.

“No need to get up, you two, we can see ourselves out,” Evelyn said. She linked arms with Carolyn, and they swept out of the room in a flash of silver, like two clouds playing games with the sun.

“I feel like I’ve known you all my life…” “How is it possible that we’ve never met before?…” “Some friendships go beyond this life, I believe…” Owen and Amelia heard their voices carry through the yard as they went. It was hard to tell which was which, and it didn’t matter - because the words in their hearts were the same.

In those words, Amelia sensed a spark. That spark when you meet a person who is supposed to be in your life, and you wonder how she hasn’t always been there. You wonder what you ever did without her. That spark that happens as the pebbles start rolling. That spark that happens when you fall.

“…And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, maybe, the landslide will bring it down
Well well, the landslide will bring it down”

Dangerous Woman- Part 10

A/N: Y/F/N: Your father’s name.

Warnings: Fluff/Pre Smut

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down.

Bucky x Reader

Part 9/ Masterlist

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cause I’m an emotional wreck here are some James/Amelia/Lily headcanons :’)))

  • amelia wears(/huddles in) james’ jumpers when she’s cold
  • bby amelia had a tendency to crawl into James and Lily’s bed at night whenever she got scared and always brought her stuffed stag “Puggles” with her
  • on her wedding day amelia wore lilies in her hair memory of her mama
  • amelia noticed that sirius would always begin his letters to james as “deer james" so amelia started to write her letters to james as “deer daddy"
  • both amelia and her mother had a tendency to fuck with purebloods on muggle knowledge and essentially convincing them that stuff like ‘crocs’ were extremely popular
  • james has trouble not swearing and that unfortunately lead to amelia picking up a lot of swear words from her father. as in three year old amelia would run around in her little pink dresses and tiara saying “fuck, fuck, fuck
  • lily introduced amelia to disney princess movies and the two would often have mother/daughter nights all bundled up on the lounge with popcorn watching those movies
  • james would enchant amelia’s stuffed toys to move about when she was little as a means to entertain her
  • when lily died she was wearing a heart locket that contained an image of harry and amelia
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Amelia: Mama, Zeph is playing on daddy’s organ, again.

Elisabet: He is in band remember? He elected for the music course while you wanted to focus on art. How ever he shouldn’t be practicing now, while we have guest over for diner. 

Zeph: Sorry Mama.

Elisabet: Thank you.

Victoria: How has the middle school been anything too look out foe when Benny goes their next year?

Elisabet: They want the kids to chose tracks when they get to higher levels, Music, Art, Physical Fitness. Which is fine but I would rather they place an emphases on the arts. they help so much with math and science. 

Dangerous Woman- Part 13

A/N: I’m sorry about that last cliffhanger… no I’m not. LOVE YOU ALL!

Warnings:SMUT/ Fluff/Cursing

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader

Part 12/ Masterlist

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Marry me. Those words hung in the hair for a moment but his voice was so calm, so sure, that you knew you couldn’t be imagining things. 

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The Blessing

This takes place in season 12 episode 8. Kind of like a missing scene, with Amelia and Mama Hunt talking. You can imagine about whom…


Amelia went over to the waiting area, looking for the woman she knew must be dying to hear any news about her boyfriend. She wanted to keep her company, and because she had some free time in her hands, she thought inviting her for a coffee wouldn’t hurt.

So, once she spotted Evelyn Hunt, sitting with her hands clasped together as if in prayer, with a desperate look in her eyes, she approached her, putting a hand in her shoulder.

“Hey, Ms Hunt. May I join you?”

Looking up at her, she nodded. “Please, my dear.”

“How are you?” Amelia asked while taking a seat next to her. “Have you heard anything?”

“Not a word. I thought Owen would have updated me by now, but…”

She felt sorry for the older woman. She knew how she must be feeling, and she wanted to help in any way she could.

“Would you like to go to the cafeteria? You should really eat something, it can be a while before we hear about John, and I don’t have any surgeries scheduled for the next few hours.” Amelia offered gently.

Evelyn smiled appreciatively at her and accepted the offer.

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The Spring Awakening Cast performs Mama Who Bore Me and Mama Who Bore Me Reprise at the White House