#cops au

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BLOOMING BLOODLUST FANART one of my fav aus by @glitteringheartz

And some of my au meeting their for funzies

I plan to do more crossover art but digitally later have this for now

Also charub "T"/mugman cause I love her

[danizinhaut]

My beloveds

[breakonthroough]

Cops AU continues.

I redraw the meme. Again 🙃

I couldn't find the original photo reference, so... It was taken from this JJK meme 👇🏼

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Random ask: what reality show would you most like to see set in the Star Wars universe (ex. Real Housewives of Coruscant? Survivor: Tatooine? Pimp My Speeder?)

I love this ask! Thank you ❤️

Okay. So, think COPS, but JEDI 🔥

Holorecorders following Jedi out on missions during the war. They’re going underwater with Master Fisto, and going undercover with Quinlan Vos. There’s a special episode where Shaak Ti gives viewers a look at the cloning facility on Kamino.

And then there’s the Team.

First shown via the dual cockpit cameras of their gold and maroon interceptor starfighters, the galaxy watched amazed at the former Master and Apprentice pair flying and fighting in sync.

The show’s popularity explodes when fans witness the somehow both subtle and extreme sexual tension of these two. Heated, close-faced arguments. Gentle, lingering touches. The hidden holorecorders zoom in on longing looks the other doesn’t see, and pick up muffled, incriminating audio from outside of a battlefield tent.

… I’d watch it 😏

Thank you for this ask, my wonderful friend 😍

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#7 for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan

100 ways to say ILY asks

Modern AU this time. Qui-Gon is a cop, Obi-Wan is a young teen who wants to become one. They are father and son.

7. "I dreamt about you last night."

It's only when he walks into the kitchen, where his dad is sitting at the table with his toast and eggs, that Obi-Wan remembers last night.

He hunches his shoulders, turns away, goes to the counter where the bread, butter and Nutella are all lying open by the toaster.

Words clog in his throat. Apologies mostly. He hadn't truly meant any of what he'd said, he'd just been frustrated and lost his temper and then Qui-Gon had said that...

The air in the kitchen is thick as water, and Obi-Wan finds it hard to breathe. He can feel his dad sitting at the table, quietly turning a page of his newspaper, chewing his eggs. And the hot flush of anger is back, stirring in Obi-Wan’s belly, till he swallows back words that don't come close to an apology, till tears burn at the backs of his eyes.

He tries to breathe, like his dad taught him: in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, out for four seconds, hold for four seconds. Repeat.

He's buttering his toast with a steadier hand, when Qui-Gon breaks the silence.

"I dreamt about you last night."

Obi-Wan starts, then tenses further as the words sink in. Not again, he thinks, so that he almost misses Qui-Gon's next words.

"I dreamt you were on a manhunt with me. Someone had shot the Prime Minister, I think. I was dead for a little while, got... hit by a car? At least you thought I was dead. But I told you to be brave and keep going. And you did. I came back in time to help save your life at the end, but most of the work was yours."

Obi-Wan swallows thickly, and bites his lip. He concentrates on putting lids back on containers, tying up the bread bag.

"It was a good dream," Qui-Gon finishes, with a little sigh.

Obi-Wan takes his plate of toast, walks deliberately to the table. Sits, stares at his food.

"So," he finally says, when it becomes obvious his father is waiting for a response. "The only place I can be a good cop is in your dreams."

His dad makes a startled noise, before his hand holding the fork thumps against the table. "What?! No, that isn't what I meant at all! Why would you say that? I was only trying to... to..."

Obi-Wan sighs. "Trying to what, Dad? I need you to be clearer than that."

A rustle from the paper, but he can feel his dad's stare and when he looks up, he is shocked to see the sheen of tears in Qui-Gon's eyes.

"I suppose I'm trying to apologize," the man says quietly. "What you said last night–"

A stab of guilt, and Obi-Wan says hastily, "I didn't mean it. Or not all of it. I'm sorry too."

Qui-Gon smiles slightly. "It is a poor father who can't know when his son is only speaking from anger."

"I'm right though," Obi-Wan says, quick again. Trying to drive his point home while he's clear headed and not trying to wound, only plead. "You can't protect me from everything. You gotta teach me how to protect myself. In danger, because I'm never going to run from it. I can't. I'm like you, Dad."

His dad blinks, and two tears slip down his cheeks, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Obi-Wan finds himself stuck dumb.

"I know," is all Qui-Gon says. "I know." He takes a breath, smiles like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. "Because in my dream, I looked at you, and you were more of yourself than I had ever seen before. And it wasn't just the uniform." He touches his own chest covered in navy blue. "It was you."

Qui-Gon's watch beeps, and suddenly he is moving, folding the paper, taking the last bite of eggs, standing with his plate in hand.

"Will it be easy for me?" he goes on, above the rattle of dropping dishes in the sink. "No. Will it be easy for you? Also no."

He's grabbing his lunch bag from the fridge, and still Obi-Wan is frozen, heart thundering against his ribs with hope and love.

His dad comes to him, so incredibly tall and strong in his uniform, stoops to kiss Obi-Wan gently on the forehead.

"But can it be good?" Qui-Gon asks, as he pulls back, still bent so their faces are almost on a level. He smiles again.

And Obi-Wan nods. He nods, and can't seem to stop nodding, until he jumps up from his chair, and throws his arms around his dad's neck. Qui-Gon lifts him off his feet with ease, holding him tight and warm, one hand cupping the back of his head.

"It will be, Dad," Obi-Wan chokes out. "It will be good."

"Good," Qui-Gon says, his breath warm on Obi-Wan’s ear. Obi-Wan tightens his grip fiercely.

Only when his dad sighs, does Obi-Wan reluctantly let himself be set down.

"Work hard in school today," his dad says, as always. "Have fun. Do good."

"Do well."

"I meant 'good'."

The exchange is easy and familiar, as is the last quick kiss from his dad.

"Don't die out there," Obi-Wan calls after him.

Qui-Gon pauses, keys in hand, throws a grin over his shoulder. "I'll do my best."

"Me too."

The grin falters, but only a little. "Right answer," he says, and then he's gone, off to save lives.

Obi-Wan stands for a moment in the quiet, before he turns back to the table.

Then he smiles, rolls his eyes. Typical dad, forgetting little things.

He finishes his dad's cup of coffee with his toast. A proper cop's breakfast, he thinks.

[story-told]

This one's inspired by @hokanm and their cops au that took my heart and gave me life

Small Town Blues

TW for mentions of sexual assault, abuse, racism, homophobia, violence and substance abuse

Steve is a grizzled old(?) cop from bumfuck, Indiana who's seen some shit go down. He's carted off drunk, abusive spouses, rounded up r*pists, dealt with assholes being violent and racist/homophobic (or both) and- comforted a teen mother stealing to survive, conveniently having an apprenticeship open for the town delinquent who has mysterious bruises all over their body, and really learnt that small towns where everyone knows everybody, where power is always absolute- they can be festering spots of hate, of crime and acrid desperation. And Jesus Fuck Steve is too young to be dealing with a baby crying, covered in his mama's blood because her father thought she was a disgrace. Deputy Steven Alessandro Harrington knows that he's really much older than his 26 years would have you believe.

Enter Deputy William Ruben Hargrove. A hot shot straight out of school up in Chicago, Illinois- graduated top of the class, too. He's an arrogant, charming little shit, a special hire courtesy of Chief Hopper. And, look, the fact that Hopper chose this upstart should really be The Word on this thing, right? But Hargrove is the absolute Worst. He flirts with anything that has a pulse, walks around puffing on his Reds like a fucking smokestack, struts around like a dandy and lord don't even get started on those long, luscious regulation-defying hair and disheveled uniform. He has no sense of discipline and zero professionalism. But. But- he's an absolute hit with the kids, those who are survivors of abuse and victims of circumstance (something tells Steve that maybe Hargrove has also lived through some shit), he's soft and understanding- a rock solid support to bereaved families and mourners,

And just...

...maybe Steve feels the need to protect this boy ("We're both 26, Asshat!"), this boy who knows how to spot drug abuse and shady gang shit, but is somehow caught off guard with nasty, small town messes. This boy who looks like heartbreak, smiles like broken glass- who silently wipes his glazed eyes off on his sleeve when they're dealing with kids and "delinquents". This boy who looks at Steve when he thinks the latter isn't looking back (and he is. Steve is always looking back).

Hargrove might be trouble, but damn if Steve isn't falling.

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Ebi & Branwen: Chapter 8

Qrow is still half naked but he’s not going to let that get in the way of taking down an international arms dealer XD Second last chapter of Cops AU is go go go!

Chapter One is HERE

CWs / tags for the whole fic: Cops AU, action, drama, flirting, fluff, hurt / comfort, mild angst, a lil sauce, hook up, swearing, Tyrian Callows being his usual delightful self, scars, past injuries referenced, past character death, blood, injury (not major), hospital stay, Clover has a couple of close calls, but you should know by now that I can only do happy endings, prompts taken – modern / breaking rules / charms / cold, Fair Game Week 2021

Rating: M

The Final Boss (AO3 link)

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The first chapter of Straight Back Down to Earth is officially up online!!

After 2 weeks (and a month really) of delay, I can now FINALLY share this fanfic with you! I’m really excited to know what you Sastiel shippers will think :)

Please let me know if you want to be tagged in this story in future.

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Straight Back Down to Earth - Chapter 1

“Welcome to your life, there’s no turning back...”

Synopsis: The year is 1989. Sam Winchester is a longtime detective for the Chicago PD, in his late twenties whose whole life is the job. He is socially inept and seriously damaged from the pain of losing both his parents. His brother Dean and his superior officer Gabriel are the only people who he still has relationships with. Broken but stubborn, he refuses to let anyone become close to him again. But when he’s forced to have a partner after screwing up a lead in the biggest case of his life, he has no choice but to work alongside Castiel, another detective who turns his whole life upside down. Unable to escape from his charm and good natured self, Sam feels he’s been punished. But is it really hate that he feels for this man, or is it something that he hasn’t felt in years?

Rating: Explicit

Characters will include: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden (Winchester), Tyson Brady, Michael (Adam) Miligan, Original male character (Mark Winters) and Jessica Moore (past)

Relationships: Sam/Castiel, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Brady (past)

Warnings: Violence (guns, blood) and explicit sex (later on)

Click the link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30081984/chapters/74088930