#slash amelia shepherd

[telling-slants]

gonna say it tom koracick kinda slays he's a cunty lil guy and i'm here for it

[angry-slytherin]

Could you please write a fic where Link gets jealous!!! Amelia meets someone of her past ( *coughs* James *coughs* ) who is happily married but has come to Grey-Sloan for some kind of treatment 🤷🏻‍♀️ He runs into Amelia and there is some healthy and casual flirting. Link bears witness to it amd is damn jealous 😂💞 . We have never seen a possessive and jealous side of Link. It'd be really fun to read about them !!😂❤

hi @amelink66world!

thanks for the ask. on we go!

“Oh my god,” Amelia ducks her head down, staring at her lunch; she says it in her typical ‘I am alarmed’ voice and Link perks up.

“What is it?” His eyebrow quirks in confusion. Amelia looks up at him sheepishly.

“Okay, so don’t freak, but my ex-fiancé is heading our way,” she says nervously, and very quickly. Link opens his mouth as if to ask Huh? but he instead just looks toward their son, happily munching on some dried fruit.

A dark-haired man taps Amelia on the shoulder, much to Link’s confusion. Amelia turns around, an anxious smile plastered on her face.

“Amelia Shepherd,” James flashes a rugged smile, and he sticks out his hand. Amelia shakes it.

“James! Wow, hi! What are you doing here; in Seattle, I mean?” Amelia’s thoughts whirl, as do Link’s. Their son rattles the container of dried fruit, babbling.

“I’m actually here for a procedure. On myself I mean. To treat a severe psoriasis condition,” he pulls up his sleeve, revealing a burnt looking and inflamed patch of skin.

“Oh wow,” Amelia cringes, and so does Link. Amelia then turns to her boyfriend slash father of her child and grins.

“James, this is Atticus Lincoln. My uh, boyfriend. And this is our son,” she smiles, gesturing to the males at the table with her.

James grins brightly, “Ah that’s too bad, I was really hoping we could catch up. I mean you did leave me sort of on a dime, but you were courteous. And you were the best friend I had in a partner,” he winks. Amelia blushes.

Link physically tightens, “Amelia and I have been dating for a while now. She’s actually grown up a lot since you knew her I’m sure. Actually you know she has, this is our-“

“He knows that’s our son, Link,” Amelia covertly places a hand on Link’s thigh.

James laughs, “It’s cool man, I’m only playing. My wife is here with me, but she’s out for the day. I told her not to see me before my surgery, otherwise she’ll freak out.”

Link nods stiffly, so unlike his usually laid back mannerisms. Amelia flashes a grin at the man from her past.

“It was great to see you,” she says.

“Yeah. You should go find your doctor now,” Link grunts. Amelia rolls her eyes.

“Sure. Good seeing you too, and congrats on the kid,” James winks again as he walks off.

“What the hell, Atticus Lincoln?” Amelia exasperates.

Link shrugs, feeling patronized, “He was being flirty!”

“Ugh, men. You are overly dramatic. How do you possibly think that about women?” Amelia groans.

Link grins, “Careful. You’ve got a son now.”

Amelia groans again, but she’s grinning.

[easternkingdomer]

Devotion

Aaron woke from a nightmare, wincing at the new fleshes soreness from healing the night prior. He rubbed at his neck with a sad sound, the scars there comforting to the small man. A reminder of Master Duura, the one who'd saved him long ago and who had brought the Lambs together. He dug a hand deeper into the marred flesh, looking about and remembering he was safe. Tommy and Dan had left thankfully. Mozelle, Amelia and Mary had come to his aide shooing the attackers off as well as alerting the guard to this continued crime.

"I miss you...Shepherd."

He knew the others were worried, Linda, Brolm, Halaan, Kayla, Devin and Deela. All safe up north, far away from the madness of the city and lost to the woods was Jerimoth. He frowned deeply, thinking on what Mary had said and how he was warned the madman had a loud voice. He didn't wish to hate Jerimoth no...but he could greatly endanger the Lambs if he continued as he did. No more secrets for him, only guidance and love. Away from all the rest, he didn't want to risk being hurt again and worse still treated like a toy.

A knife in the back, slashes along the chest and then dragged to a doctor? What kind of strange folk were these? The panic rose and fell in his chest in equal measure. He was going to make sure he got Kenneth out of the small town today. It would be a strange encounter, though the two were close friends even. This would still make the man a little wary, weirded out even and hopefully he could take the man away some where safer than near foes.

Aaron brought his hands to his eyes, kneeling and pulled them away slowly. "I see...As you have, Shepherd."

@everyone-just-calls-me-jeri @foxglovethings @mozelledeliond @ameliarabon Tommy, Dan))

[axlslittlebitch]

3 o’clock

Omelia fluff. Basically a bunch of strange encounters between Amelia and Owen that magically always happen at 3 o’clock. (Amelia’s look: PP 5x03 during the AA meeting. Btw I think that Amelia is so beautiful in this episode. I miss the days she looked like that ❤ 😢)

Owen woke up suddenly when he heard a loud noise coming from his back yard, soon followed by his husky’s loud steps and happy barking. He sprang into action taking a baseball bat from his closet and making his way to the source of the nose. He was terrified and didn’t really know what to expect, but he definitely never imagined to be greeted by the image of a young woman happily playing with his dog at 3 am in the morning. She seemed harmless and she was breathtakingly stunning in her greyish slash beigeish low v neck shirt combined with a black one underneath to hide just enough and her skinny black jeans and black stilettos. Not to mention her sparkling blue eyes that in the light of the night sky seemed to match the color of the deep blue sea.

“Excuse me” he said letting go of the bat “this is private property”.

“Oh sorry” she slurred ruffling his dog’s ears and proceeding to leave but instead stumbling towards the wrong direction and emptying the contents of her stomach on Owen’s feet.

“Well this is certainly fun” thought Owen. He would definitely get extra brownie points tomorrow during coffee break for this story.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he said guiding her towards his house deciding that she seemed innocent enough not to steal all of his belongings during the night.

He went to wash his feet and get a towel to clean her face as he left her to sit on his couch. By the time he was back she had passed out and was sleeping quietly. He took off her shoes and put a blanket over her. After a while he decided it was fine to let her rest and returned to his bed. He turned and tossed but couldn’t fall asleep; not when there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen unconscious on his couch. Deciding he had had enough he got up and made some coffee sitting in a chair close to the couch while reading about the latest advancements in the field of trauma surgery. At some point he too faded off to sleep and woke up hours later at around 7 o’clock to find the lovely woman still asleep. He needed to get to work soon so he had to wake her up but didn’t know how as he was certain she would be hangover.

“Hey” he said almost in a whisper gently shaking her. No response.

“Time to get up” he said louder this time hoping it would work.

“Ugh” she groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, blinded by the morning sunlight, her hangover slowly catching up on her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked caringly.

“I’m fine. Well you’re hot. I did good last night” she said admiring Owen’s strong build and handsome face.

“Umm we didn’t do anything you just showed up drunk and puked on me and passed out on my couch” explained Owen shocked by her bold words.

“Well that’s disappointing” she said. “Sorry about throwing up on you.”

Owen didn’t know how to respond. He knew that he was attractive and that hot women were drawn to him, but he never expected a woman as beautiful as she would ever be disappointed to not have slept with him. What a huge ego boost.

“It’s fine” he finally said.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Almost 7:30.”

“Crap I’m going to be late. It’s my first day at my new job and I’m going to be late. Crap crap crap” she said getting up fast and putting her shoes on.

“Do you want me to take you anywhere?” offered Owen politely.

“No it’s alright. I live nearby. Thank you for everything you did umm?”

“Owen.”

“Right. Well thank you Owen” she said and left.

That was an eventful and interesting night to say the least thought Owen as he got ready for work and drove to Grey Sloan. The rest of his day was nothing out of the ordinary up until around 3 o’clock in the afternoon when he was paged to the ER for an emergency trauma case. The patient was a poor guy in his 20s who had tripped over some stairs, resulting in a head injury and multiple other minor traumas.

“Page neuro” he yelled expecting Dr. Martin, the on call doctor at the time, but instead was soon face to face with the woman of last night’s events.

“You paged?” she asked suddenly very aware of who she was talking to.

“The guy suffered a head injury. Could you take a look at him?” he asked recollecting himself and returning to his patient’s wounds.

“Pupils dilated and unresponsive. Get him to CT and page me when you get the results. He has probably suffered a brain bleed and will need surgery” she said as Owen finished taking care of the guy’s thankfully mild injuries.

The nurses moved the patient to get the appropriate scans and suddenly Owen and Amelia were left alone in the trauma room.

“So this is your new job?” asked Owen awkwardly.

“Yeah.”

“How is your first day going?” he asked making small talk.

“Good. Would be better without a hangover though” she responded.

“I can imagine. Never in a million years would I have pegged you for a neurosurgeon though”.

“What’s that supposed to mean” she asked offended.

“Well last night you were in my backyard playing with my dog while drunk and then you threw up on my shoes.”

“Point taken” she said agreeing.

“So you do that often?”

“Do what?”

“Go to stranger’s houses while drunk and play with their dog.”

“No that was a first even for me. But your dog was so cute I couldn’t resist.”

“True. So I have to get back to work. Nice seeing you again.”

“You too. Thank you again for last night and this morning.”

“Any time” he said and exited the room.

Once again he continued his day normally often thinking about the young neurosurgeon, realizing he had never asked for her name.

Unfortunately he was pulled into a six hour surgery and had to stay long after his shift had ended. Deciding he was too tired to drive and it was already 3 am (funny how everything magically happened at 3) he decided to crash into an on call room. As he opened the room he noticed that someone else was already in there, who turned around at the sound of the opening door. There she was again clad in only a purple bra and matching panties with a shocked expression on her face.

“Sorry I thought it was empty” he said referring to the room, trying not to think about the half-naked beauty in front of him.

“It’s fine I was just getting changed. Come on in don’t let me bother you.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” he asked reluctantly.

“Positive. I was just going to crash here anyway” she admitted.

“Me too actually” he said laying on the bed opposite to her.

“Goodnight” she said having changed, her face now resting on the soft pillow.

“You too” he said shutting his eyes to sleep. But his brain had other plans and decided to torture him with images of the young neurosurgeon. What was this woman doing to him? And more importantly why couldn’t he take her off his mind?

“Hey are you sleeping?” he said after a while getting bored and relentless.

“No. You?”

“No I can’t sleep.”

“I feel you.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Amelia Shepherd” she said as they sat in comfortable silence.

“I’m freezing in here” she said after a while.

“Yeah there is a problem with the radiator the past couple of days.”

“But it’s November in Seattle. What do they want? For us to freeze to death?”

“Do you want my blanket as well?” he offered.

“Then you’ll be cold. That’s not fair” she said. “Maybe we can unite our powers and both share the two blankets” she suggested.

“How would he do that?” asked Owen oblivious.

“Well it’s simple. You come here and join me.”

Owen wasn’t sure he heard the woman right. Was she really asking him to get in bed with her only a day after meeting her? But it was almost 4 now and his judgement had long disappeared and he was getting more tired and colder by the second as well, so he got up with his blanket and pillow and laid next to her bringing his blanked on top of hers to cover them both.

“Goodnight” she said much like she had done just an hour ago.

“Night” he responded.

Owen was surprised by how fast he drifted off and how peacefully he slept that night. When he woke up they were both sharing his pillow as she had turned in her sleep to face him with her head resting on his bicep and he left hand resting on his chest. His hands were wrapped around her waist holding her securely and bringing her closer to him.

Soon after Amelia slowly opened her eyes and muttered a sleepy “Morning” smiling at Owen. Well he could get used to this he thought, as he pulled a few stray hairs out of her face. And then she kissed him and it was like something inside of him exploded. His skin felt like it was on fire, his brain was in another dimension and his heart was doing flips inside his chest. Suddenly Owen couldn’t have been more thankful to the universe who had guided this hot mess of woman to his dog and ultimately to him right into his life.  

“Gotta get up. Don’t want to be late again” she said cheerfully as if nothing had happened, getting out of Owen’s comforting embrace and getting dressed while Owen could do nothing but stare at her mesmerized. Finally she kissed him once more and left the room to start her day. Owen remained in the bed for a while longer unable to move and process what had just happened. Finally he got up to get dressed and start his day all while thinking to himself “I’m going to marry that girl one day”. Little did he know.