#cpd au

[fallenhunnyapple]

Quick art of my CPD AU guys. Homosexuals

[cold-neon-ocean]

The magic words 🐶🐾

[gregorygerwitz]

The Pirate AU + the main trio

“One day, I’ll be a real knight, and I’ll have a real sword, and I’ll protect the whole kingdom!”

From the time he was six years old, Gregory knew he wanted to be a knight in the king’s guard. He would roam around his home town’s beaten down paths with a stick for a sword, fighting off shadows and pests in return for an extra apple from the produce cart. While he couldn’t enlist in training until he was older, he always knew it would be part of his plan for life - he would wait out the years until he was old enough, and then fight for the safety of the kingdom instead of just shooing rats and bugs away from food. And, for a while, everything went as planned.

He took an apprenticeship with the stable hand on a nearby property, helping out with chores wherever he was needed. He knew how to care for horses, and keep the fields tended, and dust the library, and how every single member of the noble family took their tea on the off chance he needed to prepare it. They were kind to him, as much as the wealthy in the kingdom were ever kind to those in their employ, and the idea of keeping up the work until he turned eighteen became part of his plan, too. The family’s youngest son had the same aspirations that he did, a desire to enlist and fight, and with less than a year’s age difference, they became fast friends...

and maybe a little more.

Sharing a chair in the library on rainy afternoons led to whispers and walks through the fields on sunny ones, kisses stolen behind the stables after he was finished with his work, lingering looks when he served tea. It was an easy back and forth, a silent, hidden dance that he was more than happy to take part in. And then they got caught. And it would have been one thing if his family had a name for themselves, a title, some land beyond the dirt that their home and business stood on, but he was a commoner seducing a noble, and that just wouldn’t do.

So, instead of letting his presence jeopardize his family’s reputation, Gregory ran. He packed a bag and left on the first ship he found, spending what coin he had on safe passage. And if the captain of the ship happened to be a pirate with no qualms letting a stowaway buy passage to somewhere new where no one would know his name or his scandal, that was just fine with him. When the ship was attacked by another crew, he was safely hidden away under a loose board, small and quiet as a mouse - and maybe it led to a teasing name from the crew he was traveling with, the kind that stuck when he decided to stick around instead of disembarking when they docked.

“Maybe if I’d known how heavy the crown was, I wouldn’t have been so excited about it when I was a little girl.”

After spending the first few years of her life as a ward of King Hank, Erin thought everything would be easy. She had the world at her fingertips, everything she could think to ask for, and more than enough people around her that she considered family. That only changed when the palace was attacked, when Prince Justin was taken and killed, leaving the kingdom without an heir.

Except no one behind the attack knew the biggest secret anyone in the royal family had ever kept. There was royal blood in her veins, just enough that she had a right to the crown and, later, the throne, if she were to marry before the king passed on. So, while the attack had succeeded in ridding the kingdom of the crown prince, there was still a princess in the wings, someone who could wear the crown and bear the title. And, from the moment that child had a tiara on her head and the official title, she was watched.

There was never a moment when Princess Erin was left alone. Her nannies and ladies in waiting were trained in combat, and she always had at least one personal guard no more than a few feet from her. She never left the castle. She never interacted with the people she would rule over. She only ever saw nobles at parties and celebrations held within the walls.

It was too dangerous. The people who took Justin might take her, too.

When it came time to announce her betrothal, she didn’t leave her fiancé’s side, and there were half a dozen guards watching their every move. Everyone they came into contact with was studied before they approached. They danced, and drank sparkling wine, and everything was ready for the big announcement until they discovered that both princess and escort were missing, gone from the crowd without a trace.

“Everything is planned out. The party, the wedding, the future. The only thing I have to worry about is what to wear.”

Growing up in a quiet town far from the castle meant that Jay rarely had to worry about the lives of royals. He heard stories about the people who took the prince, and he knew that a few of the soldiers who protected the town had been called back to the city to protect the new princess instead of them. People were unhappy, that was all he understood, and the king’s guard didn’t have the numbers to protect unhappy people when the royal family was in danger.

But they needed the numbers, and he didn’t hesitate before enlisting in training on his eighteenth birthday. Even if the people were unhappy, they didn’t deserve to be left to fend for themselves if things got dangerous again, and there were too many stories of pirates and thieves starting to attack small villages along the coast. His training took place at the castle, within the city walls, where he was more protected than most of the people he had signed up to look out for, and when he showed proficiency with weapons, it was decided that he would be chosen for a unique group.

Instead of being sent out to the coast to watch for pirates or chase off thieves, Jay was assigned to be Princess Erin’s personal guard. He was instructed to never leave his post, to be able and willing to give his own life if it meant protecting hers, and he intended to do exactly that, if the situation called for it. But being close to the princess for every waking moment meant he was also close to the king, and King Hank was far less imposing and threatening after a few dinners. Slowly, as the years passed, he was invited to dress up in fancier clothes at parties instead of his uniform, and dinner every night felt more and more casual, and sitting in on strategy meetings while the princess was getting dress fittings became part of his routine, too.

The day that he was offered a spot in line for the throne felt like a dream.

The king had pulled him aside and explained it all - Erin had a right to the throne as long as she married, regardless of her husband’s social status, and the future king needed to be someone trustworthy. Someone who could protect the queen if things turned dire, and he was already doing that every day. This way, the kingdom could be in safe hands when the day came for someone else to rule, and Jay was practically like a son to him already.

At the engagement celebration, he felt like he was floating on air. For once, being the princess’s guard wasn’t his first priority, and he was able to mingle and discuss things with the nobles he admired from afar. But, with his guard down, everything that could go wrong did.

Instead of enjoying the party, they were cornered by unfamiliar faces and dragged through back hallways that only the highest ranking guards and advisors knew about, beyond the city walls and to a ship at the docks. But it didn’t take all of his training to know exactly where they were. He’d heard plenty of stories of pirates coming closer to the city, whispers from those who guarded the walls, and not many would be brave enough to abduct the princess and soon-to-be prince in the middle of a party focused on them.

"If we’re going to be your prisoners, we should at least know what to call you.” “My crew calls me Mouse. But you can call me Captain.”

[fighterkimburgess]

Unintentional Chapter 1 - Friendship

Summary: After Al's death, Kim decides to focus on herself and her friendships, leading to her and Jay hanging out more. Series Masterlist Here

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: gunshot injuries, talk of not great family relationships, part of this happens in a church.

AN: Welcome to Unintentional! This fic has, quite literally, been rolling around my brain since June and I'm so excited to publish it. It's a lot of Kim finding herself, miscommunication, and Burgstead friendship/feels/crossed wires. I really hope you'll all enjoy it just as much as I do.

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When the call came over the two way that there’d been shots fired at the police, Kim’s heart stopped in her throat. They’d only lost Al, she didn’t know if she’d be ok with losing anyone else in the unit. Hailey’s frantic calls didn’t help either, the fear in her and Adam’s voices struck Kim. But she held her position, held where she was supposed to be, and waited for it to come over the radio that Jay was ok, the bullet had hit his vest.

With a case as complicated as this - not even just Jay being involved, but arson and CFD and a cartel - the paperwork was going to be awful. Voight came back to her position, still shaking slightly and she could see the worry on her Sarge’s face. She may have only worked with him for eighteen months closely, but she knew what he looked like when he thought he’d lost someone, when he had lost someone. It was the ghost of that expression on his face now.

“Go home, we can do the paperwork in the morning.” She shook her head at that. Home didn’t sound appealing at all. She didn’t want to sit and think over the what ifs of the day - what if she’d been in pursuit, what if Adam had been shot?

“I’ll get the paperwork started. I need to do something.” She was calm as she spoke, looking straight into Voight’s eyes as she said it.

“Ok. Don’t stay too late, understood?”

As she got into the car to drive back to the precinct she could feel herself relax. After cases like this, that’s when she and Adam would usually end up sleeping together. He’d texted, he and Hailey were going for drinks if she wanted to join them, but she turned it down. She couldn’t keep doing their constant on off sleeping together friends with benefits thing. Their engagement was over, and as much as she’d always have a little piece of her heart marked for Adam Ruzek, a small part of her that would always wonder how things would be if they had been married, she knew they couldn’t to this to each other and themselves. She needed to move on. Sylvie had mentioned some OKCupid dates, they’d meet up and have a wine night and Sylvie could help her get set up on it to avoid the creeps.

The time passed quicker than she expected, the paperwork getting filled out. Most of it would need a final signature from Hailey or Voight, but if she could get most of it done it’d save them time in the end. Hearing footsteps behind her shocked her as she jolted out of her seat, seeing Jay at the top of the stairs.

“I thought they’d keep you in, what are you even doing here?” Kim asked him, a similar look on Jay’s face as her own.

“Will and I went to my dad’s apartment to start looking around and clear it out. I didn’t wanna go home, I’ve crashed on the couch here before.” He went to move into the break room, but Kim stood.

“Have you eaten?”

“Huh? I had something earlier.” She shook her head at that.

“Look, my eyes are crossing looking at the screen and paperwork right now, I was about to leave and order takeout. We can get food? You’ll sleep better in an actual bed, and I don’t want to be alone yet. We can go to yours and eat pizza? Is that ok?” Kim watched him weigh up her questions, finally nodding, slumping slightly.

“Yeah. That actually sounds good. Could you give me a ride? I’m not cleared to drive for another day or two.”

Kim nodded, the two heading down the back stairs to avoid the night Sergeant. It didn’t take long for them to arrive at Jay’s, settling in on the couch with their food.

“I know everyone’s said it to you, so I won’t, but I get having a not great relationship with your parents. And I get not knowing if you actually had closure over it. If you want to talk, I’m here.”

They were quiet for a few moments, the comedy show on tv not making them laugh before Jay spoke up.

“He was actually proud of me, he never said it. Every time I ended up in the news he had a clipping. He kept it all, y’know? And now I feel bad.”

“He loved you, remember that part. My dad wasn’t great, he didn’t approve of me being a flight attendant, he definitely didn’t approve of me being a cop. I grew up in St Charles, y’know? Go to college, get married, pop out babies in that order. Preferably get married the summer after college. He and my mom split up after I moved out, and I don’t even know if I have the right address for him. I send him a Christmas card every year, but I don’t even know if I have the right address. I don’t know if he’s even alive. So I get it, believe me.” Kim kept her voice light, keeping the hurt she always felt about her dad out of it. Jay didn’t need that.

“Yeah. I always thought he never wanted me, never cared about me. I just wish he knew.”

“He did. They always say that hearing is the last sense to go. He knew you were there, Jay. I honestly believe that.”

They sat in silence until the show ended, Kim’s stomach full and realising she needed to leave. But Jay was home and they were all safe, and that was a win at the end of the day.

“I’m gonna go. I’ll see you when you’re back in work?” She asked, standing and Jay followed.

“Yeah. Thanks, Kim, I needed this.” He gave her a squeeze around the shoulders, Kim smiling as she left the apartment. They’d never really spent much time together, but Jay had always had her back and Kim would always appreciate him for that. This unit was more than just work to her, they were people who had her back, and she had theirs.

Staring at her screen as Kim got ready to leave she just wanted to be sick. Antonio had been released from hospital, she was getting her partner back. But watching Valerie standing there, holding onto her father, the waste of life that had occurred. She wouldn’t grieve for Pablo, but she did for their vic, for the businesses that’d been upended thanks to the racket. And the privileged girl with the rich daddy got away with everything, because that’s how their world worked.

She’d just picked up her badge, sliding her gun into her holster when her phone rang with Jay’s name on the screen.

“Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I saw the press conference, I didn’t think you’d want to be alone. I’m heading out to a bar, want to meet for a drink?” She nodded, a small smile on her face.

“Yeah, sounds good. Are you allowed drink with your side? I saw the way you were walking today.”

“I’m off the painkillers, so yeah. After a case like this? It’s good to just get it out.”

She got the name of the bar from him, waving in to Voight and Platt as she went down the back stairs to get outside. The last thing she wanted to do was to actually talk to them about the day. This was easier.

When she arrived Jay had a beer waiting for her at the table, and she slid into the seat with an appreciative grin. “I’ll get the next one.”

They didn’t talk about the actual case until they were three drinks in, focusing on the Blackhawks game instead.

“You ok? I mean with everything today. I know you spent a lot of time with Valerie.” Jay took a sip of his beer after asking, Kim looking at him closely.

“Yeah? I think. I just…all those kids. That could have been a bloodbath today, and there’s nothing we could have done to stop it. I just focused on getting them out and getting them safe, and they got home ok. That’s the important bit. But she just walks away because her daddy’s rich.” Her voice was bitter and she knew it, but Kim couldn’t bring herself to care too much. These were the cases that got them all.

“You were really good with those kids. They were scared and you kept them safe, got them out of danger. Good job.” They clinked bottles and Kim took a long drink.

“I mean I figured by now I’d be a mom. Just another thing I haven’t done.” When she looked up from her bottle she saw Jay staring at her, and the words fell off her tongue. “When Adam and I were engaged, we had a plan. We were gonna be engaged for a year and then get married, and then we’d start trying for kids after we’d been married for six months. It just made me realise that if things had gone according to plan, I’d be a mom. I don’t regret it being over, but sometimes it’s the what if.” Jay nodded, his hand squeezing hers.

“I get it. Erin and I had the future plans talk. I was gonna propose to her the night she left Chicago. You think your life is going perfectly to plan, and then it’s just not. And you have to keep moving on. I still don’t know how you’re able to work with him.”

“That’s a conversation for another drink. Beer?” She went to the bar, getting fresh bottles and settling her mind. Once she returned Jay raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s fine, honestly.” He smiled, but Kim felt settled about letting it all out.

“It’s fine. We’re completely over at this point. He was my person. He was the guy I was gonna marry, the guy whose kids I was gonna have. But I don’t regret ending the engagement, and we respect each other enough to know that the job comes first. We did the on off thing, but it wasn’t good for either of us. After Al died I had to make a decision. I prefer our friendship to anything else.”

They both took a long drink at that, the memories of past relationships haunting both of them. Instead they changed the topic of conversation to the case, to what they’d done.

“Brennan called me a detective, I guess I should appreciate the vote of confidence? She looked at me weird when I told her I was an officer,” Kim laughed at the memory, watching Jay smile.

“You do the work, eventually the three of you should do the exam. It’s not really fair if you don’t.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Once they finished their drinks they decided to go home, a rare day off ahead of them both. The last thing either of them wanted was to spend the day off doing nothing with a hangover, so the tabs were paid and cabs were called. Jay’s arrived first, but he made Kim get into it, and she promised to text him when she got home safe. Even with her gun and badge they’d always worried about their team. When she got in the door of her apartment she pulled out her phone, pulling up their text thread that had started staying near the top of her messages.

Home safe, drinking water and going to bed. Thanks for tonight, I needed it.

More than welcome, Kim. We should keep doing this, it’s a good time.

Her day off was exactly what she needed, cleaning and doing the chores she hadn’t had time for during the week. Once she was done she got ready to meet Hailey for dinner. They’d started it after a tough case, and once a month or so the two would meet, get food and a few drinks, and relax together. Intelligence was a hard unit to be in, it was harder when you were a woman, an they were able to commiserate with each other.

Hailey had arrived first, grabbing a table at the Mexican place they usually met at, Kim’s strawberry margarita sitting waiting for her.

“I didn’t order yet, wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for.” Kim nodded, taking a sip of her drink.

“Yeah, corn carnitas sounds really good right about now. What about you?”

They ordered and drank, not really chatting as they did. Hailey’s phone kept buzzing, and the detective turned it over on the table.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I’m sort of seeing someone now, but it’s new. I told him I was meeting a friend for dinner, he wants to know what time I’m finished at.” There was a small smile on Hailey’s face, and Kim was happy for her friend.

“Is he good to you? Do I know him?”

“He is. I don’t know if it’s going to be more than sleeping together, but he’s good, sex is good. We’ll see where things go from here.”

“I’m happy for you.” They finished eating, promising to do it again sooner and actually have a conversation instead of being stuck in their own heads.

The next two weeks went by in a continuous motion of cases and cases and work and more cases, Kim’s head getting spun around. The conversation with Brennan knocked her back, and having Kendra in the car at the shooting made it even worse.

After the IRT interview she felt sick, the realisation of what she’d done sinking in. She’d never been a kiss ass. She’d never been the person who did things just because it’d get her credit with someone. But this time she had, and she was stuck trying to make it right.

The dressing down from Voight made her barely able to hold back her anger and frustration, the tears she wanted to let fall. She deserved it, that she was well aware of. She deserved every moment of frustration and anger from him. But the part that stung the most was the disappointment from her Sergeant. She’d fucked up, she knew she fucked up, but having Voight say he’d bury her? She knew he would. And she knew she deserved it. Kim still wasn’t quite sure how she was even still in Intelligence, she thought he would have bumped her for it. And she wouldn’t have argued with him about it.

Sitting in the coffee shop with Trudy she relaxed, her phone buzzing with Jay’s name appearing, but Kim just darkened the screen, she’d check it later.

“I’m ashamed. I’m ashamed I did it, I’m ashamed I let the glitz and the glamour fool me. Ever since I moved up I’ve trusted Voight, I’ve followed his lead. This is the first time I didn’t, and it’s shown me how. I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have needed you and Voight to clean up my mess.”

“Did you learn your lesson?” Kim took a sip of her coffee, nodding at Trudy. “Then don’t dwell on it. Everyone has a time when they trust someone they shouldn’t have. Brennan was looking out for herself. Don’t let her behaviour ruin your future.”

“Thanks, Sarge. It’s the angriest I’ve ever seen him at me.”

“It’s Voight, he does that. It’ll be fine when you’re back in work. Do you need to get that?” Trudy asked as her phone lit up again for a third time.

“Let me check it.” Kim opened it up, checking the texts from Jay.

I heard about IRT if you want to talk

Or if you don’t and just want pizza. You did it for me I want to return the favour.

I’m gonna assume you’re fine, but call me if you want to talk about it.

She smiled at them, quickly firing back a text.

I’m good. Getting coffee with Platt. Thanks.

“Jay checking in on me. With everything going on we’ve been talking more.”

They finished their coffees and went home, Kim feeling a bit more relaxed. She would have kept the relaxation going, would have been stuck into work and just focused on what they were doing and their case. If it hadn’t ended up going downhill fast.

She was glad they were all celebrating Platt. The woman had been her inspiration since she’d joined the 21st, and Hailey had mentioned how important Platt was to her too. They’d expected the call to the motel to be easy, she hadn’t expected bullets to fly at her when she wasn’t even wearing a vest. It just seemed to get worse from there.

Sitting in the van listening to Hailey and Adam worried her. It seemed too easy, and the moment when the wire went dead made her heart stop. It was two of her good friends in there, and having no ears was terrifying. Going from a drug ring to Adam’s dad being involved made her head spin. But it was done and Bob was going to be ok and they got Spiro and his gang, and things felt a little bit easier for once. Not for long enough, but maybe for a while. Hailey had agreed to meet Adam at the hospital and let them know what was going on, and Kim decided to pack up. She’d had enough for the day. Enough for the week, if she was honest.

“You ok?” Jay asked as she stood, and she smiled over at him.

“Yeah. Tired and looking forward to a glass of wine. It’s been just a month of it, y’know? Want to go get a few drinks and apps?” He stood immediately, nodding.

“Definitely.”

It didn’t take long for them to make it to a brewery Jay knew about, ordering their food and a sampler of beers to split. It was quiet for a few minutes, but Kim could tell he wasn’t ok.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” She watched him for a moment, gave him the space to collect his thoughts.

“It’s my dad’s Month’s Mind tomorrow. A month after a death there’s a Mass that’s for them, just as a memory of them. Will’s going, but we’re having an argument at the minute. I can’t really talk about the why, there’s a case ongoing, but it’s…there’s a lot happening. So he’s not exactly in a good place with me right now. I’m going, but it’ll be awkward.” He took a long drink, and Kim made a snap decision.

“Want me to come? I’m not Catholic, I’ve no idea what it even involves, but I can be moral support. At least that way you don’t need to talk to him if you don’t want to, and you can turn up.” Kim watched Jay’s face light up, and felt more sure in her decision.

“You sure? I don’t want you to have to, but I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’m sure. Tell me when and where I have to turn up. Do I need a dress code?”

“Nah, jeans and a sweater. Just not like a crop top or anything, but you get it.” She nodded, grabbing a mozzarella stick.

“Sounds good.”

The next evening she was standing outside St. Mary’s church, waiting for Jay to arrive. She wasn’t waiting long, and they walked inside side by side and slid into a pew. She saw Will and Natalie walk in just behind them, sitting a few rows up from them. The service passed quickly, Kim copying Jay every time he stood or knelt. They sat still in the pew when Communion happened, and once it was over they walked out together. Will didn’t even call them, but she knew she’d probably get asked why she’d come next time she was in Med. Jay was her friend, that was the important part. He’d been good to her when she needed it, and she was more than willing to return the favour.

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[fallenhunnyapple]

I love them, they haunt most of my waking thoughts. Adam is such a simp in this AU

Fun fact: Lucifer and Adam in all my other AUs/my headcanons would hate these two

( @libby-for-life summoning you as per usual)

[fallenhunnyapple]

CPD AU again~ I love them 😩

Luci bought a couch for his office so they could have a more comfortable place to fuck and they could cuddle more easily after. Luci is Not registering what Adam is saying at all, he's too busy listening to his voice and being gay. Thinking about how he's gonna put a ring on it one day

[fallenhunnyapple]

More CPD AU

So, while this is a Meme, this is also basically what actually happened. In the end Everyone got what they wanted though : 3c

[ @libby-for-life more AU for you ]

[fallenhunnyapple]

CPD AU living in my head rent-free.

The conversation came up that if Adam has canine dna as part of his mutations then maybe he should be allergic to things that are toxic to dogs. Like Chocolate and Grapes. And if no grapes, then no wine. Which is tragic. But! Luci will spoil him with other kinds of spirits, like Decent Scotch (an actual item in game)

And from there we got here because what dom/sub pair doesn't need something like this.

Also their size differences being This Big as humans is very funny to me. Luci loves his Giant Subby Guard Dog Boyfriend.