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Hank Voight x Fem!Reader Oneshot (Part 1)

TW: domestic violence, multiple mentions of suicide

Synopsis: Reader is being abused and feels like she has nowhere else to turn to but a dirty cop named Voight.

Part one of however many because I like this idea and want to run with it a little haha.

Maurice Owens. Gangbanger. Scumbag.

Unfortunately, you needed his help.

You walked up to him, about midnight. His bodyguards stood, showing their guns, but you weren’t scared. You’d had worse than a pistol whip or bullet hit your body. “I’m just here to talk. I don’t have a weapon.”

“Alright, and who are you, huh? Never seen you around this block before,” Maurice replied, motioning his guards to sit back down. “You come looking for something, baby? You lost?”

“I heard you’re out there on the streets. I need to get a hold of someone. Think you can help?”

“Depends on what you can give me in return, baby girl.”

You sighed softly as Maurice eyed you up and down. You didn’t think you looked that good, but some men would bang anything that breathed. “Alright, then. What’s your price for information on a cop?”

“Cop?” Maurice huffed. “I don’t know no cops.”

“Look, I’m not stupid, Maurice. Anybody who’s heard your name knows you’re in bed with some dirty cops. I’m not PD and I’m not here to report them. I want to get a hold of one. A cop who can help me.”

“What’re you trying to do? Run game on the streets?”

You shook your head, sighing again, this time louder. “Look, I just need a cop who can help get me out of a bad situation. I’ve heard the name Voight tossed around by some bangers on my block. Get me him.”

Maurice laughed. “Voight, huh? He’s not the kind of guy you find. He finds you.”

“Then tell him to find me.”

“Ambitious, aren’t you? And, what should I tell Voight, should I ever cross paths with him?”

You thought for a moment before nodding to him. “Tell him I’ll be waiting for him. 2PM tomorrow - at Butler Field.”

“Yeah? I doubt he’s going to come just for that. I mean, I wouldn’t.”

“Didn’t I say I need help? Just tell him that. If he doesn’t show, then make sure you catch the news tomorrow night. They’ll be scraping me off sidewalk somewhere in the city.”

Maurice scoffed as you walked away, but whistled to you. “Hey, how are you gonna pay for this info?”

“You only get paid if this works out for me. Otherwise, you won’t have to worry about killing me. I’ll do it myself.”

With that, you walked away, listening to Maurice and his men talk about you.

.

When you got home, you let out a breath before walking around your house and to the back steps, as quietly as possible. Slowly, you moved the knob and opened it. The creak of your back door seemed like a siren compared to the silence in your house. You let out a slow breath, opening it only as much as necessary to slip your wiry figure through it, then closing it just like how you opened it. You bit your lip and turned around, the light turning on behind you. When you turned, he was standing there, arms crossed. You looked up at him like a child who had just been caught in the cookie jar.

“Where did you go?”

“I-I just went for a walk,” you replied, your voice shaking. It was the complete opposite from the way you’d spoke to Maurice just twenty minutes earlier.

“Yeah? At midnight? Without me?”

“You… You were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up. I just needed some time to myself, and-“

Shit.

“Time to yourself?! Huh?!” He moved forward quickly, getting into your face and pushing you against the door. His hands gripped your shoulders to pin you against the wood, squeezing hard.

“Ah-Ah, ow! Please, Jeff! P-Please, please!”

“You bitch!” His hand raised, making you close your eyes and brace just as his hand came down on your cheek.

You cried out in pain, hot tears coming to your eyes. You were exhausted despite your adrenaline pumping. You barely ate, barely slept, and his abuse didn’t help. You had bruises from weeks ago that hadn’t healed because you were so unhealthy. “Please, Jeff! Please, stop!” You just wanted it all to be over. Voight was your last hope.

“Why did you leave tonight, huh?! Who were you going to see?!”

“Nobody! I swear, nobody!” You sobbed as his fist found your ribs, making you curl in pain and collapse on the floor.

“Tell me the truth, bitch!”

He kicked you, over and over and over again. Eventually, you blacked out, bloody and bruised.

—

When you woke again, it was mid-morning. Your body ached and your head spun. You slowly say up, wincing softly at the pain. You couldn’t be too loud, or else he would do it again. You pulled yourself up, stumbling to the bathroom to shower and change.

You peeled off your clothes, whimpering softly at every movement. Dark bruises were on your bony shoulders where his hands had dug into you the night before. Your protruding ribs, similarly, had dark bruises all over them. Not to mention all of the other cuts, bruises and scars he’d laid on you the past ten years. The paper trails were scarce, since he’d always contracted an off-the-books nurse when you got real bad. He’d threatened her to keep her quiet, and always got a different one.

As you got into the shower, you felt the water run over you. It was only lukewarm, since you needed a new hot water heater, but you weren’t going to bring it up to Jeff. You shivered as you watched the blood wash from your hair, suddenly bringing your attention to the cut on your temple where his toe had caught you just right. It wasn’t too bad, but head wounds bled a lot, you knew.

After you finished your five-minute shower, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. You took care of your dirty clothes right away, then went to your room to find some clean clothes. When you got dressed, you let your hair stay down, to cover the cut on your head, and you wore a long sleeve and pants despite the summer heat. You glanced at the clock - it was nearly 11:15. That meant you had an hour before he got home for lunch to check on you. Despite working a nearby construction job, he always came back to check on you, making it difficult to go anywhere or do anything without him knowing. You sighed, then decided to get lunch together for him.

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When he arrived at home, you’d already made him lunch and cleaned the evidence from the night before. You ran the wash to get the blood out of your clothes and mopped the floor near the back door. He walked in, sitting down at the table without a word. You put the sandwich and chips in front of him, allowing him to eat while you did dishes from the night before. When he was finished, you took his plate and put a list in front of him. “I’m going shopping this afternoon. Can you write down what you’d like me to get, please?”

Despite your sweet voice, he huffed. “No, just get what you usually get.”

“Okay,” you whispered in reply, walking with the paper and pen into the kitchen to start writing down everything you were low on. “Can I use the debit card, or should I put it on my credit card?”

“Put it on your card. Not mine, bitch. I make the money. Go out and get a job if you want your own money.”

“Okay…” you mumbled again, deciding not to push it.

.

After his lunch hour was over, he got up and left without a word, allowing you to get everything together to go out. You had about thirty minutes to walk to the baseball field, which you knew would take you twenty. You decided, if you were coming back, to simply make your store trip quick.

You walked as fast as you could, your movements slowed by the pain in your body. You’d only eaten a small meal that morning, one egg and a piece of toast, not really hungry in the first place.

As you approached the baseball field, your adrenaline began to pump in a new way, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. There were people all over, seeing as there was a little league game going on. You breathed shakily, sitting up on the bleachers, away from everyone else, pulling your sleeves down over your wrists. You weren’t cold, seeing as the sun was still high in the sky, but you were shaking. The shade provided some shelter from the suns rays which made you look like a ghost because of how pale you were.

You scanned the park, paranoid he would somehow find you there. When a stranger walked up and sat near you, you nearly jumped from your seat. You looked to the man, who had sunglasses on, his hair greying. He was probably around your age, or a bit older, late 40’s. You bit your lip, looking down at the sidearm on his hip, then at the star clipped beside it. You let out a breath. “Are you Voight?” You asked quietly, your voice meek.

“I am. Who are you?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I need help.”

“With what?”

“Look, my husband, he-“ You choked up. Suddenly, it was hard to admit. You looked away as tears blurred your vision.

Voight let you have a minute before moving up to sit beside you. “What about him?”

It was now, or never. “He hurts me…” you mumbled, turning your head back at him as tears rolled down your cheeks. “I need help.”

“You ever make a report to the police?”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” You huffed, frustrated.

“Look honey, you seem nice, but you should go to the district and make a report.”

You huffed. “Fuck off. I knew this was a mistake.” You got up, wincing in pain as you stumbled off of the bleachers. “Don’t be surprised if you find my body tonight, officer. One way or another.”

You walked away, shaking your head as tears streaked down your face, letting hair fall down to hide it. You heard footsteps behind you, making you stop and whip around, eyes wide. You thought maybe someone would come to put you in your place for talking to a cop, paranoia setting in.

When Voight approached, he put his hands up. “Easy, easy. I’ll help you.”

“What made you change your mind?” You wiped your face, looking up at him.

“Look at you,” he replied softly, pushing the hair behind your ear and taking your chin softly to maneuver your head, examining the cut on your temple. “What else has he done?”

You started to sob, Voight leading you to his car to sit and talk with you for a while. You explained the last ten years to him, which took nearly an hour. When you realized the time, you looked at him. “Please, are you going to help me? Because… if not, I need to get to the store. If-If I come back without groceries, he’ll have a reason beat me again.”

“Let me get you to the store, then,” he said softly. “I can help, but you’ve gotta give me a few days. I got some other things to deal with.”

“Okay…” you mumbled. “Please… don’t abandon me.”

He gently held your chin to look you in the eyes. “I won’t. I promise.”

When your glassy eyes met his deep, brown ones, you nearly got lost for a moment. He made you feel safe and warm, like hot chocolate on a cold Chicago night. You nodded slowly, reaching over to grab his free hand. “Thank you…”

.

Hank drove you to the store, then dropped you off at home just in time. Your husband arrived about ten minutes later. You put the groceries away quickly, starting on dinner. He brought home beer and some friends, like he did every Friday night. You sighed softly, but knew at least he wouldn’t abuse you too much that night until his friends left.

-

You held out hope, for days, that one day cop cars would just show up and take care of your husband. When a week passed by, you snuck out to see Maurice again, walking up to him around eleven at night this time.

“Hey baby girl, you come to pay?”

“I need to get a hold of Voight again.”

Maurice laughed, shaking his head. “You ain’t heard? Nah, baby, he got put in jail.”

You stopped, looking over Maurice again for any sign that he was lying. “No, don’t lie to me.”

“I don’t have no reason to lie, especially when you owe me.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “What did you do? Did you report him?”

“Hell no, I didn’t. Me and Voight, we had a special relationship, baby. Mutually beneficial. Now that he’s in jail, I gotta groom another dog cop into looking the other way.”

You frowned, looking at him intently. “Where is he? Statesville?”

“Yep. Got sent away for a long time, I heard.”

You couldn’t help the tears that had welled in your eyes. Voight had promised you. Was that even still a thing? You debated going to the nearest tall building to jump from, but you just wanted out. “I need another favor.”

“Baby, you ain’t paid for the last two I just gave you.”

“I’ll pay. I’m good for it. You just gotta distract somebody for me. Make sure he can’t come home for the day while I catch the bus over to statesville.”

“Are you insane? That’s a big ask, baby. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s (Y/N). I need you to keep my husband busy tomorrow. Jeff Greyson. Don’t let him come home for a few extra hours. He likes to drink, and he even used to shoot up when he was in high school. I’m assuming you’re drug runners. Dangle a free sample in front of his nose. I’ll pay you off after this.”

Maurice cocked an eyebrow. “What’s going on that you can’t tell him? You having an affair with Voight?”

You scoffed, looking at him intently. “My husband abuses me. I’m trying to get out. Voight promised he would help. Does he make good on promises?”

Maurice slowly nodded. “Every time.”

“Then I need to see him.”

“Fine, but my rate just doubled, baby.”

—

You finally got into Statesville and were sat at a booth with a phone on either side. Voight was brought in on the other side of the glass and sat down across from you. You picked up the phone, and so did he. “What the hell happened?”

“You knew I was a dirty cop when you met me.”

“Maurice says you’re a man of your word. Is that true, or should I go looking for a tall building for a solution?”

“You need to report this to somebody.”

“I can’t. The investigation could take weeks and if he finds out, he’ll kill me first. I’d rather go out after seeing the city skyline one last time.”

Hank sighed on the other end. “Can you make it to the 21st district?”

You frowned. “I just told you, I-“

“Trudy Platt. Remember that name. I’ll have her find you.”

“Platt… okay…”

“I make good on my promises, (Y/N). It’s just going to take a little longer.”

You sighed, looking back up into his eyes. He was genuine. “Alright…” you mumbled. “Fine… who is she?”

“Trudy Platt is a sergeant in the 21st district. I’ll have her find you and work your case, personally.”

“Okay.”

“Just hold out. Has he hurt you any more?”

“Every day, Hank. Every fucking day.”

Hank sighed a little, but nodded. “Trudy will take care of you.”

—

The next few days went by without event, your hope dwindling with every punch, hit, and cut he put on you. One night, as you sat at home, straddling his lap at his request, a knock came to the front door. You jumped at the sudden knock, looking down at him to see what he wanted to do. He pushed you off him and got up, opening the door. “Can I help you?”

A man looked at him through the door, which he had only opened enough for him to be seen. “Detective Dawson. This is Detective Willhite. Can we come in?”

“No,” Jeff growled. “Do you have a warrant?”

The two detectives looked at once another, then back to Jeff. “Look,” Dawson said. “Some neighbors have called in complaints about a girl screaming here multiple nights in the past few months.”

You furrowed your brow. If that were true, wouldn’t the cops have shown up already?

“I guess the neighbors don’t realize we can still be active even though we’re in our mid and late forties.”

Willhite scoffed. “Oh yeah? Can we talk to your wife? We need to corroborate your story.”

“Sure,” Jeff said, motioning you forward. “Here, (Y/N), tell them.”

“Actually,” Dawson said, looking at you. “Standard procedure is to separate the two of you for questioning. Ma’am, could you step outside?”

“Maybe you should talk to our lawyer, then,” Jeff said with a huff, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. “Have a nice night.”

“Let the girl speak. We can’t go anywhere until she tells us what’s going on,” Willhite replied.

You let out a shaky breath, looking at the two detectives, nodding. “Yeah, uh, it’s… it’s all good… we’re just…” You cleared your throat. “… Active.” You blinked three times rapidly, three times slower, then three more times rapidly, hoping they’d catch on to it.

Dawson and Willhite looked at one another again, then each drew their guns. “Sir, we’re going to need you to step outside with us,” Dawson said.

Jeff scoffed. “This is completely unjustified. You came to my house and forced me to talk, and now you’re going to arrest me? This is not based in law. You’re going to have a six figure lawsuit on your hands now. Both of you, individually.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dawson said as he pulled Jeff out of the house, making you yelp as his grasp pushed you into Willhite on accident.

She caught you, taking you out of the way and onto the grass. “Hey, it’s okay now. My name is Jules. That’s Antonio. Platt sent us.”

You started to cry, shaking. You were barely able to breathe because of your injuries as your body convulsed with sobs. Jules helped you lay down on the grass and breathe until the ambulance arrived. Jeff was taken away in a car, while you were taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Jules sat by your side the whole time as they checked you out. Turns out you had multiple broken ribs from a few weeks ago as well as several other ailments from the past ten years that never healed correctly. You cried until you couldn’t cry any more, slowly falling asleep as Jules held your hand, Antonio and Trudy Platt talking to one another in the hallway outside your room.

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Messed Up: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Tagging @enchantedblackrose

It was morning, you could tell from the fact there was sunshine glaring into your eyes from the blinds that Antonio hadn’t drawn the night before. You liked autumn days like this, the sun heating your skin as you stretched out along the length of Antonio's warm firm body. You had forgotten about moments like this, what it felt like to share a bed with Antonio.

At some point in the night Antonio had turned onto his opposite side so that the two of you were facing each other. His arm was wrapped around your waist, drawing your slender form against his body. You felt contented in Antonio's arms. Your faces barely inches apart. You found herself watching him sleep, just the ways you used to when they had previously slept together.

Your thumb smoothed over the stubble that lined his jaw. He looked so peaceful right now and you relished it. It was so different from the torrid emotions that had flowed through him yesterday. You didn't expect a miracle; you knew that Antonio would still feel as responsible today as he had yesterday for the shooting. But you longed for moments like this, moments where there was nothing standing between you. You kissed his lips gently; you had wanted this for so long. This sense of serenity quietened any doubts that you had ever had. You loved him it was plain and simple.

Antonio wrinkled his nose; his eyes flickered open as he started to wake. It took him a minute to focus on the blurs in front of him, to realize that you were still here. His arms were locked around you, holding you close against his body. Antonio withdrew, releasing you suddenly. He shuffled to the opposite side of the bed, swinging his legs over the edge so he was sitting on the end of it. He rubbed his hands over his face as he exhaled deeply.

"You can leave." Antonio said, rising to his feet as he turned to face you. "I shouldn't have let you stay last night."

You were already on your feet on the opposite side of the bed. Your hands were on your hips as you reviewed him. You had expected something like this. A good night's sleep didn't change a situation like this. Antonio had been suffering on his own for a long time.

"Seriously Antonio, are we going to go through this again?" you asked him as Antonio stepped around the bed towards you.

His fingers enclosed on your forearm as he opened the bedroom door and pulled you through it. You didn't resist.

"Just get out. You shouldn't be here - I don't want you here." he snapped, shoving you towards the door.

You stopped dead, standing your ground as you turned around to face him. You weren’t going to let him do this. You understood he didn't want you here, that he wanted to do things on his own. He was hurting so badly, and he had no one to talk to.

"I should be here because you don't want me here." You told him, jabbing your finger at his chest.

"I'm not in the mood for your analysis crap. Leave." Antonio responded, pointing at the door.

"It's not crap, Antonio. It's simple. You don't want me here because you don't want me to see you like this. Well tough, because I'm here, and I'm staying.”

Antonio shoved you up against the apartment door, his hands pinning your wrists to the wood on either side of your head. His entire body was pressed along the length of yours, trapping you between him and the door. His face was twisted into a grimace as he held you in place. You didn't resist, you simply stood in place listening to his breathing coming in pants as you stared at each other.

"I'm not scared of you." you told him firmly.

"You should be," he snarled.

His intentioned was to scare you, to put you in a position that forced you to become a victim again. To twist you until you likened him to the man who had almost killed you yesterday, so that you would stay away, and he could grieve. You knew how tired he must feel. All the energy and will power it took to stay strong. This was Antonio at his worst; this was Antonio trying to give up.

"Do it." you murmured. "I can take whatever horrible thing you think you can do to me"

"Why? " Antonio yelled, slamming his palm against the door next to your head. You didn't flinch and he didn't know why but he found that even more infuriating. "Why the hell would you do that? You are more messed up than I thought you were."

"I'm no more messed up than you are," You snapped back. "Look at what you’re doing Antonio, you think a normal person would do this? Do you think a normal person would let you?"

Antonio drew a deep breath at your words. There was a truth in them, and he knew it. The two of you weren't normal. You had been through too much to be like other people and if he was honest, he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take being the strong one.

"You need to run. You need to get as far away from me as you can." he told you, trying to stop these feelings from rising up inside him and taking over.

Being in this position with you made him feel wrong, he was trying to save you from himself. Trying to get you to leave because you needed someone who could be selfless, and Antonio was the opposite of that right now. He needed his own support. He couldn't take propping anyone else up right now. The hurt was still choking in his chest, squeezing out his life. He had lost so much over the past few years and right now he was barely standing on his own two feet. He had made a terrible mistake in trying to delve back in something with you again, but he still couldn't bring himself to turn away. You were always dragging him back under. Antonio closed his eyes tightly, screwing them up as his hands went slack on your wrists.

"I can't do that. You know me and you know I don’t run." you responded to his words.

Your hands slid down in his grip until your fingers came to clasp his hands, shifting to make their hold more of a connection as opposed to something violent.

"Baby..." Antonio uttered gruffly withdrawing his hands from your grasp and placing his palms flat upon the door. "What do we do about this?"

He was helpless, he hated being like this, losing control. He didn't know where to turn but he knew what was right and wrong and the line between the two of you was starting to blur all over again as it always did when he was near you. He needed help, he knew that. He needed someone to be there, to hold him up and relying on you simply wasn't fair but you were here offering yourself to him. He couldn't refuse that, not when he was hurting this bad.

Your arms wrapped around his athletic form, drawing him close. His shoulders quaked as he leaned against you, burying his face into the curve of your throat.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

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see everybody moved on. we're on what? season 11 now? but I stayed here. I stayed with antonio dawson. and jon seda is a great actor and I love him. and I love antonio. editing the latino character to reggaeton. how original.

[random-weird-fandoms]

5 Stages of Grief

When you accidentally write the 5 stages of grief into a 5-day story...

Well, Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective is going to be very interesting.

Also, how did this become a lowkey AdamxOC story?? And why do I ship them so much??

Also, also, Day 5 is almost finished, then I have three epilogues to write, then I have to proofread it. I will be printing myself a copy and getting it bound at Staples this weekend! I am so, so excited! :)

I really hope others like this story. It will be too long, by far, to post on Tumblr, so I will make an AO3 and post it on Wattpad too. :)

@creativeimagination206 co-wrote this story!!!

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Merry (belated) Christmas @selcaby!

This is…silly, silly, silly, but I wanted to see what kind of bonkers crossover AU I could come up with, and apparently mixing Encanto and The Great Mouse Detective was what my brain decided on, haha!

I think, once they figured out what was going on (and how on earth Basil and Dawson ended up in 1950’s Colombia), Antonio and Bruno would go on to have grand adventures solving rat-related crimes with them…while the rest of the family remain very, very confused.

I hope you had a very lovely Christmas, and have a Happy New Year! 🎄🎅 🎉

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DOWN BAD ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; just a short lil thing because idk i just felt like it heheh prompt; “cause fuck it i was in love, so fuck you if i can't have us” summary; antonio is in a dark place but she'll never leave his side

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Being in the Intelligence unit under Hank Voight would be taxing on anyone. The cases were grueling, and despite the support system within the unit and precinct — it was still a challenge.

Antonio had been her partner since she first got picked up by Voight from patrol and into the unit. She used to be an officer then. She's a detective now.

Antonio knew there was something about her from the start. He'd been married then, but it was already shaky. Though, even after the divorce he never made his move. It's been six years.

Eva's kidnapping was a month ago. His drug problem was around the same time. And god knows he's messed up from all of it. He was still going to therapy for it.

He pushed everyone away because that's what he did best. But not her. Never her. Try as he might, she would never leave.

“I'm your partner. For better or worse,” she'd said when he'd practically cursed her out to leave him alone.

“You can't get rid of me, Toni. I'm here for you.”

He'd stared at her like she'd grown two heads. And maybe she knew she was crazy. But god, she was crazy about him.

“I love you. And I don't care if you keep pushing me away — I will push right back because that's what you do when you love someone. You stick with them through everything.”

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Love in Sickness

Request: My love 💕 I feel soo terrible at the moment 🤧 would you do something for a lovely anon, with Antonio, where he's taking care of his sick girlfriend and all being lovely and a worried mother hen ? That would be awesome 💖

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Sick!Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: to the dear sweet anon that sent this in: I hope you're feeling better and sorry I didn't get it out sooner to you!

A/N 2: two fics on the same day? What is going on?

You hadn’t been feeling that great since Thursday of last week. It started out with a scratchy throat but you thought nothing of it and ate some cough drops and drank some tea with honey. Then came the runny nose and sneezing again you thought nothing of it and took some allergy meds and went on with your day. Antonio was worried about you but you just said you were fine and he left it at that, he knew how you got when you got upset. Nothing new happened on Saturday or Sunday so you thought it was over since the symptoms cleared up, you were wrong.

You worked as a teacher so that means you were working with kids and were bound to get sick at some point, turns out that some point was Thursday. You hated being sick. You and being sick did not get along. When you got sick it took you out for several days and you hated it. You also hated to tell Antonio because he tended to go overboard on the mothering. But he was a detective and always found out. You sighed and decided to get up and try to get some fluids into yourself and maybe something to eat, if you could keep it down that is.

It was now Monday and you felt worse than you did on Thursday. Antonio had already gone to work since he had to be up and out the door at 6 AM. So, you woke up to an empty bed which made you feel 10x worse. You laid in bed for a few minutes until you felt your stomach churn and bile started to come up your throat so you jumped up out of bed and into the bathroom. You had just barley made it to the toilet before everything in your stomach had come out. When you were done and all you were doing was dry heaving, you leaned against the wall after flushing the toilet and was catching your breath. Finally, after you caught it and walked to where your phone was and called into work and told them you were sick and told you to come back when you were feeling better. You slowly grabbed Antonio’s hoodie that was hanging off the bedpost and threw it out, it seemed to swallow you whole and brought you comfort and it smelled like him and made you smile. You slipped your phone into the pocket and began your journey to the kitchen.

When you tried to stand up you saw black dots appear in your vision so you sat back down until you felt like you could move. About 10 minutes later when your heart stopped racing you tried again and this time it was successful. You used the wall and slowly walked to the kitchen and then you collapsed onto one of the kitchen chairs. Once you felt like you got some strength you got up and made some soup, once it was done you grabbed a bowl from the top shelf and shivered as you did so. Your muscles screamed at you and you whimpered just the tiniest bit but got the bowl down. You got some of it and went and sat down on the couch. You took one bite but once it hit your stomach it was coming back up and you were running to the bathroom.

Once you were done dry heaving and expelling what little soup you did eat you flushed the toilet and then made your way to the couch. Your legs shook like a newborn foal standing for the first time. Once at the couch you just collapsed onto it with a sigh. You must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you knew you were being startled awake by your phone vibrating and ringing. You woke up in a sweat but slid it out of the hoodie pocket and squinted at the screen and saw that it was Antonio calling. You answered it and then closed your eyes while beginning to talk.

“Hey, Babe.” You said a little out of it.

“Hey, Baby Girl. You’re not at work?” He said and then you realized that he must’ve went to see you on his and your lunch break, which somehow seemed to match up.

“I’m sorry, Babe. I called in sick. I woke up throwing up.” You said trying to fight nausea.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said and you could hear him smile through the phone. You always cared about other people first before you.

“You never bother me. I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, I just got to pick up some stuff first.” He said and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Ok. I love you.” You said

“I love you too. Now rest up. I’ll be home soon.” He said and then hung up the phone. I took you a minute to realize he had hung up and you pulled the phone away from your ear.

You must’ve fallen back to sleep because you woke up to Antionio running his fingers through your hair. “’Tonio?” You asked sleepily and vision blurry.

“It’s me. How are you feeling? You’re burning up.” He asked and you shook your head which was a mistake because that just brought a headache on and you winced.

“Not good.” You said throat scratchy from the vomiting. He smiled at you and softly.

“Oh, Baby Girl. Have you eaten anything?” He asked

“Yea, but it came up.” You said and closed your eyes covering them.

“The light bothering you?” He asked

“Mhm.” You said

“Do you want to move to the bedroom? It would be more comfortable than the couch.” He asked and you nodded slightly. “Can you walk?” He asked.

“I can try.” You said and started to stand up while wincing at the light, you were still in your sweatpants and his hoodie. When you stood up, with his help, your legs started to shake again.

“I’ll carry you.” He said and bent down to hook an arm under your knees and then around your shoulders. He gently bent your legs and the next thing you knew you were being carried back into the bedroom. Antonio laid you down gently and pulled the covers over you and you snuggled into his hoodie and the covers. He started to leave but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. “I’ll be right back. I need to put the stuff away I got and bring you a Gatorade and a bucket. I also want to get a thermometer to check the temperature of yours.” He said and you nodded and let him leave. Antonio was always good to you when you were sick and you truly loved it even if he did go crazy overboard at times. He walked back into the bedroom carrying the things he needed for you and then sat down and helped you sit up. “Open.” He said and you did and he put the thermometer under your tongue and 30 seconds later it beeped it read 103°F (39.4°C). “Here take some Tylenol. It’ll help with the fever.” He said and you took it and gave you the Gatorade to wash it down.

“You’re so nice to me.” You mumbled out and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on you in a few.” He said and you nodded already half asleep. Every now and then he would come in with a cool wash cloth and dab your forehead. You didn’t once move or make a sound. You tended to be a heavy sleeper especially being sick. He stroked your hair and felt your forehead with the back of his hand occasionally. He would then go back to doing some tasks around the apartment waiting on you to wake up and tending to you.

3hrs later you woke up with a start and really needed to use the bathroom. So, you shakily pulled the covers back and started to get up and when Antiono walked in. “What are you doing?” He said with a chuckle.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You said and he chuckled.

“I’ll help you.” He said and came over and helped you walk to the bathroom. Once you we were there, you did your business and then flushed. Surprisingly you hadn’t thrown up but then again you hadn’t eaten anything. “Do you want to try the couch?” He asked and you nodded. So, he helped you there and sat you down. He retook your temperature and was happy to see it was back down too normal. He bent down and kissed you on the forehead.

Antonio took care of you for the rest of the time you were sick until 3 days later and you finally started to feel like yourself again. You still didn’t have your strength and he helped you with that. Somehow, he hadn’t gotten sick and you were jealous of that but you didn’t love him any less. You really considered yourself lucky when you met him. You weren’t going to let him go anytime soon that’s for sure.

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Jay- Meeting Him

"Right listen up" Voight shouts standing next to me in the ballpen "this is Detective YLN. She is joining us in intelligence" I give everyone a little wave, they acknowledge me in some way whether that is a wave or a little head nod "Halstead she's with you"

"Got it" the guy Halstead says standing up. Voight turns around to leave but then suddenly stops

"And Jay keep it in your pants" he then walks away leaving me alone with the group

"I guess your my new partner. Jay Halsead" he holds out his hand for me to shake

"YN YLN. It's good to meet you"

"I'll introduce you to everyone. This is Erin Lindsay, Adam Ruzek and Antonio Dawson"

"It's good to meet you all. Could you tell me which desk is free?" I ask looking around the room

"This one next to me is free" Jay points to a free desk

"Thank you" I walk over to the free desk. I take my coat off and put my bag down at the desk. Switching on the computer I sit down as Jay walks over to me with some files

"Could use your insight. Voight said you were one of the best in at LAPD. Said you put away the most criminals on your team"

"Let's have a look then" I nod towards the files trying to get the attention off me

"The chameleon, also known at Dexter Holmes, we know he's involved in the Chicago drug trade, problem is we have no evidence"

"So we get evidence" Jay gives me a 'well duh' look "I don't think your following me. We go get evidence" I open up the files and flick through them and notice a club that Dexter is often at "this is how we will catch him. We go to the club, do a deal then arrest him"

"He knows our faces though YN"

"Not mine"

"No. Not a chance. Your first day and you already want to get killed?" Jay shakes his head

"I've done worse undercover" I cross my arms

"Voight won't sign off on it"

Voight signed it off and now I'm stood in the club in a little back dress, heals on and an ear piece in that so happens to look like an ear cuff. I take a drink from the barman and lean against the bar waiting to be told dexter has entered

"Can't believe Voight said yes to this" I roll my eyes although he can't see me

"YN we have eyes on him. Entering now" I hear Erin say, that's when I make my move taking a drink for him with me

"Be carful YN" Voight tells me. I put on my best fake smile and walk over to Dexter

"Hello handsome, drink?" I hold out the drink to him

"I've not seen you here before. Who are you?"

"Sorry so silly of me. I'm Mia, just moved here and I was told that this club had the best drinks, men and... other things" I look him up and down

"Well your not wrong" he looks me up and down "what do you want?"

"What would you say if I said all of the above" I smile flirtatiously

"I'd say follow me"

"What the hell is she doing?" I hear Jay says in the ear piece. I follow Dexter to a back room where he pushes me against a wall and starts kissing my neck. I fake a moan as his hands go around my waist

"How about a little kick to make this better?" he say

"Of course" Dexter then pulls out a little bag of drugs "normally you pay in money. You can pay me anyway you want"

"Now" I say and Jay, Voight, Erin and Antonio burst through the back door or the door we entered

"Put your hand up Dexter, the game is over" Voight says before making the arrest.

That evening we all arrive at a bar called Mollys and I end up meeting some of the firemen and doctors in the city

"What a first day huh" Adam nudges me

"That was nothing compared to a few years ago. My partner and I were undercover. Basically someone was a double agent and was working for a human trafficking ring. Turns out it was my partner and I was shot by him"

"Holy shit" Erin breathes out

"Hey I got a sick scar from it"

"Where is it?" Jay asks

"Wouldn't you like to know" I joke

"Ooo is it on your ass?" Erin wiggles her eyebrows

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not"

"I'm gonna have fun working with you. I can already tell" Jay laughs taking a sip of his drink

"Me too" I smile feeling excited for this new start.

[crimsonizedangel]

A Drunken Night

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Jay Halstead x OC (threesome)

Rating: nsfw again threesome

It had been a late day and I was still working on paperwork for the case we had just finished. I was a detective with the intelligence unit.

"Hey Aspen we're going to head out and go to Molly's if you want to join." Jay said with Antonio by his side. We were the only ones still working as everyone else left a few hours ago.

"I'm almost done if you guys to wait." I replied.

"Are you really being that thorough Hanson?" Antonio asked as he came around and looked over my shoulder at my work.

"Yes because I don't want to miss anything. I don't want them to send it back to me because I missed what color his shoes were." I replied.

"Hanson they aren't going to be that nitpicky about the paperwork. They don't care if you write down what his shoes were or if is right or left handed. They only care that they get the documents and have details like did he have a weapon on him or does he have blue or brown eyes." Jay said as he read over my work.

"Can I have it back I just have one more sentence I want to add." I pleaded trying to grab my documents back.

"No you're done and you're coming with us." Jay said setting the papers down and signing me off the computer.

"But." I started.

"Hanson you can't possibly add anything else to this. You're done." Antonio interrupted me. They practically carried me away from my desk with Antonio holding onto me and Jay grabbing my bag with my phone and keys.

"Fine but would it be possible for me to drop my car off at my place and ride with one of you to Molly's?" I asked them. They both knew how much I refused to drive even if I only had one drink.

"Would it make you feel better if we just drank at your place?" Antonio asked.

I shrugged "that's up to the two of you. You might have to pick up something you like to drink cause I only have trulys and some vodka and rum."

Jay smiled at me and nodded "we can do that."

It only took about twenty minutes for all of us to meet back at my place and the boys had a case of beer with them.

"Come on in." I said opening the door for them. " you can put the beer in the fridge if you want so it stays cold."

"Thank you." Antonio told me as they took their shoes off at the door and both of them grabbed a bottle out before putting the rest of the case in the fridge.

We all went to sit in my living room them with their beers in hand and a seltzer in my own. We started off just unwinding after the long day by talking and drinking, which quickly turned into playing drinking games with a deck of cards and Jay grabbing the bottle of Bacardi I had in the fridge. We were all intoxicated and no one said anything when a game of strip poker was suggested.

With us now playing strip poker while still drinking it didn't take long for us to start losing our clothes as none of us were any good nor thinking that hard about the hands we had.

I'm not sure if it was the game we were playing, the level of intoxication, or what happened but before I even realized what I was doing or even thinking about what I was doing I had moved over to where Jay was sitting and started kissing him. I could feel how turned on both of us were as we each only had one article of clothing left our underwear. Eventually I broke the kiss and moved over to where Antonio was sitting and straddled his lap and started kissing him as well. This might not have been the best idea to start making out with two of my coworkers but again we were all at levels of intoxication that we no longer cared.

I felt Jay come over to us and start kissing my neck and reach around me to play with my nipple. This sudden sensation made me moan and grind down a bit against Antonio who groaned in my ear before moving his head down and taking my other nipple in his mouth. This is a position I never thought I would be in. Having two handsome men basically worshipping my body.

Jay was the one to move me to help me take my panties off which gave Antonio time to take his own boxers off and for me to realize that Jay already had his off. I ended up pushing Jay down to sit on the couch and knelt in front of him. I gave his cock a few pumps with my hand before wrapping my lips around it and taking him in my mouth. I heard him let out a moan as I started moving my mouth up and down his dick and started using my tongue as well.

It only took a few minutes before I felt Antonio behind me running a finger up and down my slit and circling my clit a few times before he plunged two fingers into me making me moan around Jays cock.

"Oh my god Aspen you are so wet for us." I heard Antonio moan a little before I felt his tongue on my clit as he continued to finger me.

"Antonio I need you to stop playing and just fuck me already. If you need condoms there's a box in the top drawer of my nightstand otherwise if you don't just put it in me." I half demanded half begged which made both men moan at how I sounded.

Antonio ended up leaving and coming back with the box and rolled one over his erection before lining it up and bottoming out in me. I let out a loud moan around Jay who moaned from the sensation and Antonio just kept telling me how tight I was.

"Aspen I'm going to come if you don't stop." Jay told me.

I looked up at him as I pulled off his cock and asked him "do you want to come in my mouth or fuck me after Tonio?"

That made both men moan and Antonio picked up his pace making me moan and fall into Jay. I felt the coil building in my abdomen and moaned out "Toni I'm going to come." He picked up his pace and reached around me to play with my clit which sent me over and come on his cock with a scream. The feeling of me tightening around him must have sent him over the edge as well cause his movements started to stutter before he stopped and I felt him coming in the condom in me. He pulled out and gave me a kiss before disposing of the used condom.

Jay looked down at me when he asked "are you sure you can take more?" I just nodded and grabbed a condom and rolled it onto him and he helped me up and lower myself down with a look full of lust. I knew from the blowjob I had given him that he wasn't too far away from coming and from the overstimulation I was now feeling I had to stay still for a moment as I adjusted to him. I kissed his neck as I caught my breath before I started moving on him. His hands went to my ass to help me with riding him and I knew from how he was grabbing my flesh I was going to have some bruises. I started quickening my movements and felt myself start to tighten again as I was close to another orgasm and heard Jay moaning under me. I was right it didn't take long before I was coming again and because of how close he was before he was coming as well.

I collapsed into Jay unable to feel my legs from how shaky they were and just needing to catch my breath.

"How were you so tight after Antonio had just fucked you?" Jay finally asked.

"I don't know but both of you felt amazing." I confessed to both of them. I saw Antonio had slipped his boxers back on and came over to help me off Jay and carried me to my bedroom. He had put me under the blankets and was about to walk away when I grabbed his hand.

"Stay. You and Jay can both stay the night we can all share the bed if you want or you can sleep in the living room but neither of you are driving anywhere."

Antonio smiled at me and I saw Jay in the doorway with his underwear on as well and they both climbed into bed with me one on each side.

"Goodnight Aspen." Jay said.

"Goodnight to both of you." I smiled to myself as I fell asleep with my head on Jays chest.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Antonio Dawson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Reader is a beat cop goes undercover with Detective Dawson, and tries not to catch feelings

You’d been pulled off the beat to work undercover with a detective from intelligence. Antonio Dawson. You’d seen him around, going in and out as most of the members of intelligence did. You dreamed of being in an elite unit like intelligence, but you were biding your time on the beat, until you had the chance to prove yourself. This was your chance.

As you moved through the chilly night air, you hummed to yourself a short song, pressing into your ditzy character. You were instructed to just be Antonio’s backup in this case, which meant you had to stay by his side. Nobody would suspect a ditzy woman to be any danger, much less a cop. As you swayed your hips and stuck by his side, you looked over at him with a gentle smile.

He was walking with a soft sway of his shoulders, indicating relaxation. It was hardly the way he walked in and out of the district. He typically had a set purpose to his strong shoulders, and a deep tension that you wished he didn’t have to feel. You wished you could take his shoulders in your hands and massage them out, all the way through his neck and down into his back, so that he didn’t have to walk like that all of the time.

Nevertheless, right now, his shoulders were relaxed. You could tell that was a conscious choice on his part, to ensure the seller didn’t get jumpy before the bust. He walked with a sort of confidence as the two of you approached the club you’d be meeting the seller in.

As you had looked over at him, he turned his head to you, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You ready for this?”

“Yes,” you replied, blushing a little as you’d been caught looking at him. “Ready for anything.”

He let out a small laugh as he approached the door, opening it for you and letting you walk through first. You hummed as he came in behind you, a gentle hand pulling on your waist to maneuver you over to a corner booth. You walked straight with him, taking in the sights around you, humming along with the music now as you watched people dance. You slid into the booth, Antonio sliding in next to you, as if to be a wall between you and the rest of the club. He rested an arm up around your shoulders, leaning back to take in the sights all the same.

You couldn’t help but feel the heat rising to your face, planning on blaming it on the club’s atmosphere instead of the knot in your stomach at being so close to the detective beside you. There was no argument - he was attractive - but you had to do whatever was best for you, and you knew Voight didn’t allow relationships within the intelligence team. That’s why Kim had been passed up the first time around. You’d never make it if you came onto Antonio in any form.

When a man came over and slid in across from you, you looked up, giving him a silly grin, then leaning further into Antonio, almost with a purr. You hummed and pushed your head to his collarbone, curling into him sideways. You rested a hand on his chest, looking across to the man. “Hello,” you said softly. “Nice night, isn’t it?”

The man across from you looked you up and down, then turned his eyes to Antonio, who seemed completely relaxed. However, you knew he wasn’t because you could feel his tense muscles beneath your touch. You took in Antonio’s scent as he and the man talked, not really paying attention. How could you? The musk of whatever cologne Antonio had used that day was nearly intoxicating.

You pulled yourself back to reality when the man in front of you got up, motioning for Antonio to follow. Antonio pulled away from you, getting up, then helping you up, taking your hand to pull you along with him behind the man.

His hand held yours in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Had you missed something important? It wasn’t tense, as if things were going wrong, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know you, either. The way he held your hand was different. You looked up at him, letting a breath escape you as he met your eyes. He wasn’t worried, he had everything under control, but there was something to them. As if he was concerned about you specifically. As if he wanted to protect you from something.

What had you missed??

A knot formed in your stomach, not sure what was going to happen now. You squeezed his hand a little, needing reassurance. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as you stopped in a back room. He hummed and looked around. “Nice setup you got here.”

“Yeah,” the man replied with a small huff. He obviously wasn’t the talkative type. The man pulled a key out of his desk and unlocked a drawer, then pulled out a brick of cocaine. “Have your girl taste it.”

Your breath hitched for a moment, but you looked to the man. Antonio held you in place, shaking his head. “You think I’m stupid? I know you don’t keep cocaine in your desk drawer. It’s probably laced. I’m not looking for that shit. I want the real stuff.”

You watched as the man became uptight, huffing in reply. He looked over Antonio, then to you, then rolled his eyes. He took a key from around his neck, moving to a wall and pushing a shelf out of the way. Revealed was a human-sized safe, which he pushed the key into to unlock. He hummed as he revealed probably a hundred bricks of various drugs, wrapped up neatly, along with stacks of money on a second shelf within the safe. “You want to sell for me, take your pick.”

“It’s like Christmas,” Antonio said with a smile, moving toward the safe. You knew that was the code word and you moved with him, smiling as well. You got closer to the safe as Antonio pulled his gun from his waistband behind him, pointing it at the man. “CPD, asshole.”

The man huffed, then grabbed Antonio by the wrist, pushing his gun into the air. You ran forward, pushing all of your weight into the man’s torso with your shoulder, tackling him to the ground, Antonio being pulled on top of both of you. His gun went flying across the room as you and Antonio held the man down together. Finally, backup arrived to help with your struggle, Halstead and Ruzek pulling the guy up and cuffing him. You sat on your knees, huffing to catch your breath as the man was escorted out. Your dress had hiked up uncomfortably around your hips, showing off all of your legs.

Antonio stood first, then held out a hand to help you up, supporting you with his other hand the same. You pulled your dress down after standing, hoping you hadn’t shown off too much. “Thanks,” you said softly as you finally caught your breath, adrenaline still pumping through you.

“Guess I owe you one,” Antonio said, nudging your shoulder with his.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Nah, just doing what anyone would’ve done.”

You looked up to him, meeting his eyes as they stared at you. The intense nature of this stare had you shivering, all of your hopes of joining intelligence being tossed out the window. You wanted to be with Antonio.

Antonio led you outside, where most of the police officers were gathered, writing reports and such. As you stood, waiting your turn, you rubbed your arms. The night air turned colder and all you could do was huddle into yourself.

A warm blazer was hung over your shoulders, and you looked over, Antonio positioning it on you to keep you warm. You smiled up at him a little. “Thanks… Guess I didn’t account for this part.”

Antonio smiled. “Any time.”

You hummed, pulling the blazer a little closer around you, soaking up the warmth and his scent as it filled your nose. It was a musky scent, with a hint of sweetness to it. You closed your eyes for a moment, humming as you felt like it was paradise. When you opened your eyes again, Antonio was gone from your side, talking to some officers near the door. You wanted to follow him, to stay on his hip, but you knew there was no reason for that now. You let out a wistful sigh, then turned your attention to Kim Burgess, who now approached to ensure you were alright. The whole night was over too soon, in your opinion. Despite the danger, you liked being so close to Antonio, and now, it would be back to business as usual.

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List of accepted characters:

This will be updated as I review submissions.

Lord El Melloi II/Waver Velvet from the Fate series

Ranpo Edogawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs

Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs

Doppo Kunikida from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kenji Miyazawa from Bungo Stray Dogs

Junichiro Tanizaki from Bungo Stray Dogs

Kyoka Izumi from Bungo Stray Dogs

Akiko Yosano from Bungo Stray Dogs

Yukito Ayatsuji from Bungo Stray Dogs: Another Story

Ryuu Amakusa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kyuu Renjo from Tantei Gakuen Q

Megumi Minami from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kintarou Tooyama from Tantei Gakuen Q

Kazuma Narusawa from Tantei Gakuen Q

Lady Love Dies from Paradise Killer

Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa from Detective Conan

Shenanigan Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Phenomena Swift from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Erf from The Swifts: A Dictionary of Scoundrels

Tsukauchi Naomasa from Boku no Hero Academia

Carlton Lassiter from Psych

Juliet O'Hara from Psych

Damien Darkblood from Invincible (The TV adaptation)

Shawn Spencer from Psych

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4

Will Graham from Hannibal

Goro Akechi from Persona 5

Neal Caffrey from White Collar

Erin Lindsay from Chicago PD

Aniq Adjaye from The Afterparty

Detective Danner from The Afterparty

Hank Voight from Chicago PD

Antonio Dawson from Chicago PD

Bruce Wayne/Batman from DC Comics

Tim Drake from DC Comics

Julia Argent from Carmen Sandiego

Alvin Olinsky from Chicago PD

Chase Devineaux from Carmen Sandiego

Shikanoin Heizou from Genshin Impact

Beverly Katz from Hannibal

Sam Vimes from Discworld

Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Columbo from Columbo

Hercule Poirot from the Hercule Poirot series

Dick Gumshoe from Ace Attorney

Jay Halstead from Chicago PD

Kim Burgess from Chicago PD

Kevin Atwater from Chicago PD

Adam Ruzek from Chicago PD

Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg from the Commissaire Adamsberg series

Sean Roman from Chicago PD

Llewellyn Watts from Murdoch Mysteries

Sheldon Jin from Chicago PD

Parker Pyne from Parker Pyne Investigates

Karen Vick from Psych

Keith Mars from Veronica Mars

Harley Quin from The Mysterious Mr. Quinn

Ariadne Oliver from the works of Agatha Christie

Burton Guster from Psych

James Gordon from DC Comics

Veronica Mars from Veronica Mars

Nancy Drew from Nancy Drew

Henry Spencer from Psych

Vinnie Van Lowe from Veronica Mars

Chloe Decker from Lucifer

Dan Espinoza from Lucifer

Peter Burke from White Collar

Clinton Jones from White Collar

Reese Hughes from White Collar

Verges from Much Ado About Nothing

Auguste Dupin from the Dark Tales series

Blue from Blue’s Clues

Françoise Dupont from Fantômette

Renee Montoya from DC Comics

Kostas Charitos from the Kostas Charitos Series

Gertrude Loveday from the Ryder and Loveday series

Phryne Fisher from Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Raquel Murillo from Money Heist

Miss Jane Marple from the works of Agatha Christie

Javert from Les Misérables

Inspector Gadget from Inspector Gadget

Patrick Jane from Mentalist

Daisy Day from Anansi Boys

Joss Carter from Person of Interest

Arthur Lester from Malevolent

Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock Holmes

Juno Steel from the Penumbral Podcast

Lilly Rush from Cold Case

Sherlock Holmes from the Beekeeper’s Picnic

Koichi Zenigata from Lupin III

Loki from Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok

Hildibrand Manderville from Final Fantasy XIV

Shotaro Hidari from Kamen Rider W

Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck

Hershel Layton from the Professor Layton series

Shuichi Saihara from Danganronpa

Miles "Tails" Prower from The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa

Adrian Monk from Monk

Nightbeat from Transformers

L from Death Note

Dale Vandermeer from the Rusty Lake series

Yuma Kokohead from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Vivia Twilight from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Saguru Hakuba from Magic Kaito

Benoit Blanc from the Knives Out series

Inspector Cabanela from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney

Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa

Looker from Pokemon

Kaname Date from AI: The Somnium Files

Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa

Heiji Hattori from Detective Conan

Masumi Sera from Detective Conan

Little Red Riding Hood from Once Upon a Crime

Enola Holmes from Enola Holmes

Detective Pikachu from Detective Pikachu

Tom Barnaby from Midsomer Murders

Riz Gukgak from Fantasy High

Seiji Nanatsuki from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Shiori Ichinose from Special 7: Special Crime Investigation Unit

Makoto Date from Yakuza

Richard Castle from Castle

Nick Burkhardt from Grimm

Dr Temperance Brennan from Bones

Catherine Chandler from Beauty and the Beast

Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender

Yagami Takayuki from Judgement

Workaholic Detective from Process of Elimination

Stone from City of Angels

Angus McDonald from The Adventure Zone

Gina Lestrade from The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Bobby Bronson from Roar

Cellbit from QSMP

Hunch Curios from Mentopolis

Hazel Wong from Murder Most Unladylike

Frog Detective from the Frog Detective Series

Victorique de Blois from Gosick

Gabriel Utterson from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Sherlock Holmes from BBC Sherlock

Jacques Clouseau from Pink Panther

Olivia Dunham from Fringe

Joseph Rouletabille from the Rouletabille series

Daisy Wells from Murder Most Unladylike

Pippa Fitz-Amobi from A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series

Lisbeth Salander from the Millennium series

Wato Hojo from Process of Elimination

Ideal Detective from Process of Elimination

Renegade Detective from Process of Elimination

Techie Detective from Process of Elimination

Bookworm Detective from Process of Elimination

Posh Detective from Process of Elimination

Doleful Detective from Process of Elimination

Gourmet Detective from Process of Elimination

Rowdy Detective from Process of Elimination

Mystic Detective from Process of Elimination

Downtown Detective from Process of Elimination

Armor Detective from Process of Elimination

Halara Nightmare from Master Detective Archives: Raincode

Mashita Satoru from Spirit Hunter: Death Mark

Dogberry from Much Ado About Nothing

Shi Qiang from The Three Body Problem

Azuma Tsuyuri from Clock Over Orquesta

Cherry Ames from the Cherry Ames series

Leroy "Encyclopedia" Brown from the Encyclopedia Brown series

Lobster Cop from the Frog Detective Series

Sandra the Fairytale Detective from Sandra the Fairytale Detective

Geronimo Stilton from the Geronimo Stilton series

Paul Prospero from The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

Elijah Baley from the Robot series

Dirk Gently from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Suiri from Pop'n Music Lapistoria

Joan Watson from Elementary

Roquier from Puyo Puyo Quest

Holly Short from Artemis Fowl

Jo Martinez from Forever

Alex Parrish from Quantico

Cristóbal Cuevas from Cable Girls

Oskar Rheinhart from Vienna Blood

Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds

Jane Doe from Blindspot

Dick Grayson from DC Comics

Ziva David from NCIS

Nell Jones from NCIS: Los Angeles

Lou Ransone from 9-1-1

Megan Hunt from Body of Proof

Cal Lightman from Lie to Me

Carrie Wells from Unforgettable

Spy Rise from Skylanders: SWAP Force

Flavia de Luce from the Flavia de Luce series

Camille Bordey from Death in Paradise

Florence Cassel from Death in Paradise

Jessica Jones from Jessica Jones

Charlie Eppes from Numb3rs

Elizabeth Keen from The Blacklist

James Hathaway from Lewis

Vern Loomis from Why Women Kill

Erika Furudo from Umineko

Sissel from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Lafcadio Boone from The Sexy Brutale

Lynne from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Mabel Mora from Only Murders in the Building

Oliver Putnam from Only Murders in the Building

Charles Haden Savage from Only Murders in the Building

Jowd from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Scooby Doo from Scooby Doo

Daphne from Scooby Doo

Fred from Scooby Doo

Velma from Scooby Doo

Shaggy from Scooby Doo

Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4

Fenton Hardy from the Hardy Boys

Ema Skye from Ace Attorney

Natsuko Aki from Re: Cutie Honey

Naomi Misora from Death Note

Sakurako Kujou from Beautiful Bones -Sakurako's Investigation-

MaoMao from the Apothecary Diaries

Vic Sage/The Question from DC Comics

Detective Chimp from DC Comics

Madame Vastra from Doctor Who

Terry from Rune Factory 5

Cecil from Rune Factory 5

Chromedome from Transformers

Xie Lian from Heaven Official’s Blessing

Phosphophyllite from Houseki no Kuni

Sam Spud from Between the Lions

Dana Scully from the X-Files

Fox Mulder from the X-Files

Sherlock Holmes from Elementary

Barbie from the Detective Barbie series

Bill Stork from Hoodwinked

Nicky Flippers from Hoodwinked

Hercule Poirot from Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple

Ross Sylibus from Armitage III

Kansuke Yamato from Detective Conan

Kirill Vrubel from Double Decker! Doug & Kirill

Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation

Spencer Reed from Criminal Minds

Harrier Du Bois from Disco Elysium

Mário Fofoca from Elas Por Elas

Roxy Hunter from the Roxy Hunter series

Dr. Thomas Silkstone from the Dr. Thomas Silkstone series

Endeavour Morse from the Endeavor series

Vera Stanhope from Vera

Kristin Sims from the Brokenwood Mysteries

Brenda Johnson from The Closer

Rex from Hudson and Rex

Alec Hardy from Broadchurch

Billie Webber from Unit 42

Hannah Zeiler from Murder by the Lake

Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty the Patriot

Helena Wayne from DC Comics

Angel from Angel: The Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Nick Knight from Forever Knight

Navia from Genshin Impact

Luo Wenzhou from Mo Du

Brother Cadfael from the Brother Cadfael Chronicles

Miss Maud Silver from the Miss Silver series

Fei Du from Mo Du

Mitsuko Hoshino from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Saku Yoshida from My Dear Detective: Mitsuko's Case Files

Jake Peralta from Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Steven Stone from Pokémon

Anthony Lockwood from Lockwood and Co.

Thea Stilton from the Thea Stilton series

Saito Yakumo from Psychic Detective Yakumo

Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls

Pennington from Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote

Tetsuo Tsutsumi from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Jun Erio from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Richter Kai from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Abe Lincoln from Who Killed Markiplier?

Steve Carella from the 87th Precinct Series

C. Auguste Dupin from the works of Edgar Allen Poe

Gesicht from Pluto

[kamryn1963]

Chicago PD fanfic

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Hank Voight, Erin Lindsay, Trudy Platt, Alvin Olinsky, Antonio Dawson, Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton Additional Tags: Snapshots, Reflection, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sad Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Stabbing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Kidnapping, Racism, Panic Attacks, I Don't Even Know, Intelligence Unit as Family (Chicago PD)

Summary:

Snapshots through the years, as Hank watches the job slowly destroy his team one by one.

Notes: This was a little hard to tag but I tried my best. This is also a new formatting I'm trying with snapshots, so I hope everyone is able to follow/understand it okay.

Enjoy!

Hank had only been running the Intelligence unit for two months when Jules Willhite was murdered. That’s the first time Hank saw his team start to fracture. He saw how the grief affected them all, specifically Antonio and Erin. 

How more arguments and disagreements started happening through his unit, more accusations. Less trust and his fragile team he’d started building, started splitting. 

And that was just the beginning of the end. That first year was hell for all of them. 

First Jules was killed, then Diego was kidnapped, Antonio was shot and nearly lost his life, then Jin was killed. And each time his team suffered the price. 

… 

Erin. 

Hank had always been proud of Erin. How she turned her life around from when he met her as a tennager, and became a great cop, a detective he was proud of. And then Gregory Yates happened. Hank watched as Erin slowly spiraled. First Nadia’s death then Bunny back in her life. Hank tried, but Erin was too far gone, too far in Bunny’s grasp and her grief. 

Even when she eventually came back to Intelligence Hank still saw the haunted look in her eyes that never seemed to leave. 

Soon Justin would be dead and a year later Erin gone. One of Hank’s greatest fears had come true and he saw how the job destroyed Erin like he always feared. 

And he’d been too late. Too late to fully save Erin. Maybe New York would be good for her. That’s all Hank could hope for. After she stopped answering his messages and calls he hoped she’d just found a better life. 

… 

Trudy. 

Trudy had always been the strongest of them. Out of Hank, Trudy and Alvin, Trudy had always been the one who could bounce back the quickest. 

Even as they got older and Trudy suffered a career ending injury and was forced to desk duty, she was always a force to be reckoned with. So finding her about to kill the man who murdered her father, shook Hank a bit. She’d never been involved in that sort of revenge the same as Hank and Alvin were. 

“He killed my dad”. Trudy sobbed and Hank could only hold her. 

“I know, I know he did, Dee. But you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself”. Hank knew he couldn’t. 

Trudy wasn’t the same headstrong woman he’d known for almost thirty years after that.

… 

Alvin. 

The next person Hank watched the job completely destroy was Alvin. Hank had been watching the live drain from Alvin’s eyes for years. There wasn’t much of a spark there when they met and Hank had just seen it dim as the years went on. 

After that day with Pulpo, Alvin had never been the same. After Lexi was killed, Hank was honestly surprised Alvin didn’t kill himself. 

Hank had seen the way Alvin would look at his gun, with longing almost, in his eyes. Hank started taking Alvin’s gun at the end of the day even though Alvin would never hand over his backup no matter what Hank said or threatened. Hank and Meredith came to an understanding that year as Hank was over there so much making sure Alvin had survived the night. 

Over the next year Alvin turned into a shell of himself, a man Hank barely recognized anymore. And he hated it. So much. 

So he wasn’t surprised when Alvin took the blame for Bingham’s death. Alvin was loyal, always had been, but Hank knew it wasn’t just that. 

“I got this, man”. Alvin rasped but as Hank looked into his dying best friend’s eyes, he knew the words were full of shit. 

“I know, they're going to fix you up, your-your going to be alright”. 

Lies

Lies

Lies

… 

Antonio. 

Hank’s not sure how he missed it. That Antonio was doing drugs. But there he was holding Antonio as he cried and tried to explain what had happened, how he’d developed an addiction to painkillers. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay”. Is all Hank could mutter as Antonio cried. 

But it wasn’t okay, it never was. 

Hank watched as Adam was arrested for Antonio’s crime and good god did he want to shake Adam for doing something so stupid like following in Alvin’s footsteps. 

Adam got home safely in the end but Antonio resigned and was gone before Hank could even convince him to stay. Maybe it was for the best. 

Another cop this job had destroyed.

… 

Kevin. 

Hank knew this wasn’t the first time Kevin experienced racism. And that it wouldn’t be the last. But that doesn’t mean Hank didn't see how it affected him. 

Antonther member of his team was shot, injured that year. Hank saw the fire dim in Kevin’s eyes after that. Even when things had quieted down Hank knew the damage was done. 

Kevin still came to work everyday, did his job but Hank was stuck watching another one of his cops, who had the potential to be a great police officer, suffer.

… 

Kim. 

Since Kim joined Intelligence, Alvin’s words that day were always at the front of his brain. 

“This job is going to rip her heart out and I don’t want a front row seat”. 

Alvin was right. It had. And Hank had the front row seat to watch it all. Sometimes over alcohol while feeling miserable for himself in his empty house, Hank thought about Kim. How eager she’d been to join Intelligence. Her smile that day in the hospital, stitches in her face when he offered her Erin’s empty spot. And her smile again the second time he offered her a spot in Intelligence and she accepted his offer. 

How that eagerness and her smile faded as the years went on. 

Instead of Alvin, Hank had to watch as this job destroyed another one of his cops, how PTSD slowly turned her into a hardened cop. Hank didn’t want that, not another cop with a bright spirit hardened by the force. 

Kim eventually came back to work, but Hank knew this might’ve just been something she couldn’t fully put behind her. 

… 

Adam. 

Adam. He’d been too naive, too wild and immature and Hank wasn’t surprised when it didn’t last long. He thinks it might’ve been his arrest that fully mellowed Adam out. Maybe Alvin’s death. 

Hank just knew that putting Adam undercover with the Beck’s years later was one of his biggest regrets. 

“I don’t have PTSD”. Hank had almost laughed when Adam said that. 

“You need to get help, Adam”. They’d met up later over a drink after the case was closed and Adam had talked to Kim.

“I’m fine, Boss”. Adam replied avoiding eye contact. 

“You're not fine. You need help”. Hank left soon after that. There was no point in going back and forth, Hank had learned that a long time ago. 

Hank couldn’t lose another one. Not Adam. 

… 

Jay. 

Hank wanted to say he was surprised when Jay handed in his resignation but part of him wasn’t. He headed to the airport hoping to catch Jay before he boarded his plane. 

Hank knew there was no changing Jay’s mind so he just stuck his hand out. Jay looked at it for a moment before shaking it. 

“Stay safe”. There’s so much Hank wanted to say. But he couldn’t. He didn’t think Jay would want to hear it so Hank didn’t even bother. 

“I’ll try”. Jay replied and they exchanged a nod before Jay walked away. 

Another member of his team, his family, is gone. 

… 

Hailey. 

Hank knew he dragged her down with him. Jay had been right that night. After Roy, she changed. A shell of herself and Hank knew it was his fault. As much as he tried telling himself that he had tried to get her to leave, and she chose not to, he knew it was his fault. 

“Hailey?” Hank asked as he walked into the locker room finding Hailey having a panic attack as Jay tried to calm her. 

They both looked up at him as he spoke. Jay glared before turning back to his wife while Hailey just stared at him before gasping for breath again. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine”. Hailey mumbled as she shrugged Jay’s hand up and sat up, wiping her tears. 

Hank didn’t say anything as Jay aimed his glare back at him. Hank just nodded before heading back to his team. He’d clearly caused enough damage. 

He destroyed Hailey like he’d destroyed Alvin, Erin, Antonio, Kim, Adam, Jay. 

Maybe it wasn’t just the job. 

… 

Hank. 

The job had been slowly killing him longer than Hank would admit. The long years of watching others suffer, knowing you were failing the people you are in charge of. Losing Camille than Justin, Erin, Alvin, Noah, had all taken its toll on Hank. But he couldn’t complain because it was his fault. . 

Hank could only hope, tied to a chair in whatever warehouse he’d been brought to, that Trudy would look after the unit. Take better care of them than Hank could. 

“You have one call, Voight”. Frank Matson said as he reentered the room where Hank was slowly bleeding to death from the three stab wounds he’d already sustained. 

“Go to hell”. Hank refused to make a call. He wouldn’t do that. His team had already suffered enough and even if calling meant they’d be able to track the call and find him, Hank wouldn’t risk their lives again. 

“You know I’ve been watching you. You're all alone”. Hank turned Matson out as he looked down at his shirt that was slowly soaking through with blood. 

Matson wasn’t wrong. 

His silence seemed to tick Matson off as he was in front of him with the knife again. This time Hank fought unintentionally injuring himself further. Or maybe it was intentional. Before Matson got tired of his refusal and lured a member of his team into danger. 

As the world went dark and Hank’s head lolled forward, he knew he was another person who this job had destroyed. Hank didn’t like thinking of his first few years on the job. The bittersweet memories of his family. But one thing Hank knew is he was happier back than. 

It wasn’t just the job that destroyed his team. It was Hank. He knew he couldn’t blame the job anymore. Hank hadn’t protected them as much as a sergeant should and they all paid the price. 

Hank’s final thought was that maybe the team would finally heal now. 

[hotchs-second-wife]

DON'T BLAME ME || 1 || Jay Halstead / Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry. Read ahead at your own risk.

THEODOSIA

My phone buzzed against the bar shelf, as I slid two Long Island ice teas. The constant vibrantions from my pocket annoyed me, so lately I kept a box under the bar for employees to leave their phones if they wanted.

"Should probably answer that," Matt chided from my right. Despite the crowd in Molly's, he could still hear my phone on vibrate. Granted, we were trained to hear the littlest things.

Kelly laughed beside him. "I can guarantee it's the old man or the sister."

"More likely my sister," I snorted, pulling out another bear for them. "Less talk about my familial pressure for marriage and more drinking, boys."

"You don't need our money, you're richer than the entire department," Kelly frowns.

"I do need to pay my employees though, and I'd rather use the money made from this place than my allowance." Considering I own Molly's and not Cornelius. "I might own a department store but Molly's isn't in cahoots with Dolan Rhodes, and I'd rather keep it that way."

Kelly raised his beer in agreement, before I set off to serve other customers. I tend to the usual, everyday regulars that I only ever see in the bar and not at my full-time job, then head over to the officers and detectives sitting at the very end of my bar.

"Good evening, Lieutenant," Antonio nodded once politely, earning a light smack from me. "You might work with my sister, but I'm not getting kicked out for pissing off the bartender."

I snickered, "you have a lot more than getting kicked out to worry about, Antonio. I know all your dirty little secrets. Everyone bullshits to the bartender."

"Just the usual, Rhodes," Atwater laughed between him and Ruzek. I grabbed the men their usual drinks, moving on to cleaning the glasses in the sink.

Ruzek, amidst his friends' conversation, looked at me over his bottle. "My sister's finished med school, and I know your old man donates to Chicago Med."

"And you want me to put in a good word for her?" I nodded over his head. "Which one is she?"

"She doesn't drink, knowing the risks as a doctor and all."

I smiled. "Like her already. I'll put in a good word, as long as you bring her next time. We got a stock of non-alcoholics out back for when we have shift the next day."

Ruzek thanked me and returned to conversation with his co-workers. I heard my name called, following the voice to Gabby Dawson, one of the best paramedics I know and a damn good barkeep.

"You've met Severide's sister," Gabby waved a hand at Brooklyn Severide.

"How could I not when I babysit her niece?"

Brooklyn raised her glass to me, "my niece's mother, you mean."

"You got a kid?" One detective Jay Halstead asked me.

That particular detective that seduced one of my greatest friends, a non-blood sister, and lied to her for the sake of undercover work. He then proceed to let Molly's get set on fire, the one bar owned and worked by firefighters, and broke up with her in the end. I still wanted to kick his ass for that.

Mostly for Gabby, but also for Molly's. My poor baby.

I raised my head a little. "Best friend's kid, lost her mom. I try to be the mother she deserves." To say I'm still a little apprehensive of the detective would be an understatement.

"And you are," Brooklyn held my arm in her hand, before going back to her drink. "Best damn woman in the world, this one."

I see what's happening.

"Fire lieutenant, great with kids, animals and the elderly. Great with cops too. Did I mention she scaled a two story house to get a cat out of a tree because the truck ladder was stuck?" Brooklyn, a little tipsy already, latched onto Halstead's wrist.

He laughed. For such a dick, the laugh was cute. Really brought out a young side to him. Too bad he's a liar. "About a million times, Brooke. You tried to scout her off to Atwater this morning."

"You did?" I deadpanned. In the near decade I'd known her, Brooklyn had been trying to set me up with men—and women when I came out to her—left and right. I was too good for her brother, apparently. I doubted she realised her brother was also like a brother to me.

It just so happened that his daughter looks more like me with her gorgeous brown hair and brown eyes, and likes to call me Mommy whenever her dad brings her over.

"He's a handsome man, Rho, and he'd take good care of you." Brooklyn excused, turning back to Halstead. "Did I mention benefits? Also she's rich, so that's its own benefit."

She's trying to set me up with this dickwad.

"I'm not that urgent for a wife," Halstead shook his head at Brooklyn, keeping his arm out under his partner's hand.

Kelly called across the room to me, "Mom, baby's calling for you!" That got me there in two seconds. Elizabeth Severide was the cutest little girl in existence, and she would be gorgeous as she got older. The Italian in her would bring that out in her.

She was in every way her dad's daughter, from the smile down to the attitude. The Severide siblings were already a lot to deal with, and to pile on a mini-version of Kelly? I couldn't say no to Elli's little face though.

Elizabeth lost her mother when she was born, and the moment Kelly met his baby girl, I had been with him and encouraged him to at least see her before deciding to let her maternal grandparents take her. He'd asked me an important name to me, in which I said his name or Matt's. They were the closest to brothers I had since Connor went overseas.

When it came down to girls names, it had to be my mother's. I lost her when I was ten, to depression, but she was still my mother, down to the looks and personality. So he'd named her Elizabeth Leslie, after my mother and his best friend, Shay.

Shay was ecstatic her best friend's kid was named after her, and it happened that her middle name was Elizabeth. More often times than not, she'd call Elli by her middle name because she liked it so much.

"Hi, Mommy!" Elli waved at me over FaceTime through Kelly's phone. She was at the Herrmanns', while I worked and Kelly hung out until it was time for him to head home. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working, Reginetta." I smiled, taking the phone from her dad. She loved the little nickname I called her, since I'd promised her mother's parents I'd teach her Italian. Being privately tutored in a language of my choice helped them agree to let Kelly keep her. "Are you in bed?"

"Cindy said I can stay up until Daddy comes pick up!"

She was the cutest little 4-year-old ever.

"Well Daddy will be home with Christopher soon. Christopher is almost finished working." I took the beer from his hands.

Elli took her eyes off me for a second, looking over the phone. "Lee Henry said you have to marry soon. Do I get a new daddy?"

"No, your daddy will still be your daddy. I can't replace him."

"But Cindy said you're not marrying Daddy."

I nodded. "That's right. I'm marrying a different man, because my daddy tells me to."

"Do you not love Daddy anymore?"

Oh sweet baby. "I love your Daddy as much as I love you, Reginetta. But your Daddy isn't the man for me. He'll marry a good woman who will love you just as much as we do."

"But I don't want another Mommy, or another Daddy!" She cried, tears falling over her chubby cheeks. "Only you and Daddy!"

"It's okay, baby, you won't see my husband unless your Daddy is okay with it, and only if you want to. He'll just be Mommy's husband."

She nodded, little sniffles leaving her nose as Cindy helped her wipe her tears. "Principessa, your Daddy and I will never introduce you to a man or a woman if you don't want to meet them. Besides, you'll probably be much older when we ask about it."

"Daddy said I'll see you o-morrow at the Big House."

My house looked like a downsized version of the firehouse, so she called my house "Mommy's House" and 51 the "Big House". It worked just as well with her calling Chief Boden the "Big Man".

"That's great! Now you get ready for Daddy to come get you, and I'll see you tomorrow, little one." I hung up and gave Kelly a look to find Herrmann. He did just that, taking his phone and leaving a kiss to the side of my head beforehand.

#

Closing up was as easy as cleaning a pig's back. And that was an understatement, given that I know how to clean a pig while they're running around.

With everything locked up in the bar, and the front door locked, I headed out the back where I expected Brooklyn to be. We were planning to finish off Europe trip plans before we passed out, but her car was nowhere to be seen.

"Antonio said she was too drunk to stay any longer, so he took her home." Halstead's voice carried over the small parking lot reserved for Molly's employees and family. He wasn't family; not to the bar owner. "I called Severide, he said I could park here. His sister's best friend and all. You wouldn't mind, according to him."

Brooklyn was too drunk my ass. I served her all her drinks, and when I wasn't, Gabby was. I knew how much she had.

Little shit trying to set me up.

"I'm sure you know just as well as me, but I'm fully aware she's trying to set us up, and I know you're hating it just as much as you hate me."

"I don't hate you." Now you're a freaking liar, Theodosia. "Just, despise you more than the average person."

He laughed, genuinely, while he moved around his truck to open the passenger door for me. "I think there's people that would argue with that. Unlike you, I was a screwed up kid."

"And how would you know what I was like?" I asked, and he shut the door before I even got an answer. Sitting in his car in silence was peaceful, and somehow comforting. An old smell that was awfully familiar ran over my skin.

Halstead shut the driver's door after he sat down. "One, you're the most popular woman in Chicago. Two, you did everything your dad told you to, even if it was clear you didn't enjoy it. Like modelling."

That was the bane of my long existence. I hated it, and thanked whoever had been listening to my prayers that I'd found firefighting and loved it. It was the first decision I made about my career life, and the first decision I made the moment I turned 18.

Connor had wanted to leave America, start his adult life in another country while he studied medicine, but I dug my roots into the ground of the Chicago Fire Department and fought my way through the academy on my own. I made sure the brass didn't accept any money from my old man so I knew I could accomplish something in my own right.

And it wouldn't bite me in the ass later on either. I'd found myself a real family, one where Boden was a better father than my actual one.

"Brooke always talks so highly of you," Halstead mentioned, his eyes on the road.

For as long as I've known Kelly, I've known Brooklyn. Sweet girl, only a year younger than me. I was almost directly in the middle of the Severides, with Kelly three years my senior. Kelly had been my guide right out of the academy, and when Boden wasn't mentoring me, Kelly was taking me over the basics of rescue firefighting. He'd been candidate for a few months before Matt had arrived, then he was bumped up to rescue squad about a month before I appeared.

Matt and Kelly, being a couple years older, wanted me to get close to Brooklyn, since we were closer in age and women. I was 22, and Brooklyn 21, when Kelly took us out drinking for her 21st. Unbeknownst to Brooklyn—or Kelly—one of the guys over at Firehouse 38 had preyed his eyes on the fresh 21-year-old in the bar.

I'd beaten the shit out of him, and Boden had to convince the patrol sergeant in charge not to charge me. That I was a dedicated firefighter that was just shy of 3 weeks from moving up to search squad, and that I didn't need a stained record when the lieutenants were already riding my ass.

I've had Brooklyn glued to my hip at bars since then. She was always great company, and much more of a pleasure to be around than Kelly when she was drunk. A giggly, playful sort.

She looked up to like the older sister she didn't have, and admired that I put my foot down to my father. Something she wishes she could do.

"Yeah, well, Benny and my father aren't all that different. One's just rich and the other one is god knows where." It was true, for the most part. I knew where Benny was, or where he should've been. And I knew he was coming up to Chicago to see his granddaughter.

Halstead agreed. "She said he's a better grandfather than a father."

"Most shit dads tend to be better with other people's kids. Benny's been great to me, but that's just to get on Kelly's good side. Be nice to your granddaughter's mother figure and you get your son happy."

He didn't say anything to that, but I didn't expect him to. As much as I knew about him, which wasn't much since he'd only been Brooklyn's partner for less than a month, but he didn't have all that good a relationship with his dad either. That's mostly why he and Brooklyn were so close as far as I was concerned.

"About that wife thing," Halstead glanced in his rearview mirror. "I need a wife to get my inheritance from my mother. It's been 10 years, and her will lawyer said if neither my brother nor I claim any of the money, it'll just go to my father. She wanted Will and I to have anything she did, since Dad didn't see her right to the end."

Well shit. Here I was being a bitch about him earlier and bitching to Otis about Brooklyn trying to set me up to marry him, and he needs a wife to keep money from his horrid father.

"She mentioned your dad's been on you to marry men twice your age and you're hating it."

"Hating is an understatement. I could pick any one of them out in a line up against my dad and I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference."

Halstead paused, looking at me before he continued. "She suggested I marry you purely to get your dad off your ass and my inheritance from my dad."

"How long do you have?"

"A week. My mom died 10 years ago on Friday."

A husband—a detective husband at that—would get my father to back off. He could get the inheritance he's keeping from his father, and I'd get to live my life in peace from an unwanted marriage.

"Okay, you have a deal."

[moodiboards]

Antonio Dawson - Detective

Our darling ‘Tonio ❤️

[agentcable]

Chicago Justice Season 1 Ep. 2 "Uncertainty Principle"

Dawson faces an uncomfortable situation when the State's Attorney's office accuses Officer Kevin Atwater of using excessive force to apprehend a man accused of drug dealing, who later died in custody. As a result, Stone is compelled to charge Atwater with murder.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

ASA Anna Valdez arrives at Chicago PD and asks Sergeant Trudy Platt to see Adrian Carrera, who is in the drunk tank with his lawyer, Arnold Rifking. Carrera is offered a plea of 20 years, for today only, by Peter Stone. Rifking rejects the plea on assault charges. Anna informs him that the victim died at Chicago Med and they are filing murder charges.

As she leaves, the lawyer tells her that he is also representing the man in the drunk tank beside Carrera, Justin Wilkes. She says that if she doesn't hear from him by 2 pm, she will put the case before the grand jury. Carrera told them to shove their offer, and Stone tells her that she will be first chair on a murder case. As she experiences a moment of excitement, Rifking calls her to inform that the client next to Carrera has passed away. He is currently at the hospital with the client's mother, Mrs. Wilkes.

At the hospital, she learns from Rev. Fitch that he is ensuring their office investigates Justin's death thoroughly. Justin did not die of natural causes; he passed away from fatal injuries while in police custody. She watches as the mother says goodbye to her deceased son.

Stone and Anna meet with Mark Jefferies and share all the information they have about Wilke's case. He instructs them to act quickly, beginning at the hospital and working backwards. With Rev. Fitch on the case, Rifking's tenure as Wilkes' lawyer will be short-lived.

Stone discovers from the ME that, regardless of his level of intoxication, the moment the sternum broke, the victim was doomed. It is evident that the injury was cause by a blow to the chest, which is typical of car accidents. She informs him that she is designating the cause of death as homicide.

Antonio Dawson and Laura Nagel discover that it took the ED over five hours to reach Justin. Laura questions how they knew he was drunk if no one examined him. The nurse states that some of their regular patients are drunks but is uncooperative in providing further information. She only reveals that he died from exsanguination. Laura and Antonio were startled when EMS informed them that Justin smelled of alcohol and had vomited all over them during a call to rescue an 8-year-old who had been pulled from the lake with no pulse. As they walked away, Laura reminded Antonio not to get sick, and he replied with a sarcastic comment about not being a black male. One of the paramedics shouted to them that the child from the lake had survived.

Antonio and Laura then went to the Chicago PD to speak with the Detective. Officer Kevin Atwater arrested Justin, whom he knew from their childhood. Atwater explains the events leading up to the arrest and subsequent death of Justin. When asked if he followed proper restraint procedures, Atwater explains that Justin was resisting arrest and he used reasonable physical force to subdue him. He then slams his locker and brushes past Antonio.

Antonio defends Kevin. Rifking brings in his client Carrera, who claims to have information from the night Wilkes died. Carrera says Wilkes might have told him a cop hit him. Rifking offers a deal, but Stone turns it down. Meanwhile, Antonio requests video coverage before throwing Kevin Atwater to the wolves to keep the peace. He promises to have it in a couple of hours.

Jefferies meets with Mrs. Wilkes and Rev. Fitch. Fitch produces cellphones for people who are afraid to go to the police. He offers them to Jefferies, claiming that Justin was definitely murdered. Antonio and Laura watch the videos of Kevin Atwater's arrest. Antonio supports Atwater, but Laura reminds him that they are partners now. Atwater tells Antonio that he should have just been allowed to sell his drugs because it will always be someone's child. The group gathers to review what they know about the case so far.

Antonio tells Anna that she knows Atwater. Stone also mentions that he knows Sergeant Hank Voight's unit and wouldn't describe them as shrinking violets. He takes no pleasure in going after a cop, especially someone like Kevin Atwater. Antonio advises him to drop it, but Stone reminds him that their obligation is to the victim and his family. Antonio grabs his coat and says he doesn't have to be a part of it.

Antonio updates Voight on his efforts and expresses concern about the possibility of Kevin being the killer. Voight responds that if Kevin did kill the victim, then the victim deserved it. Stone decides to pursue legal action against the police officer who arrested Wilkes, the EMTs who delayed his transport to the hospital, and the doctors who failed to treat him in a timely manner. He was made a ward of the state upon his arrest. The EMTs and doctors treated him poorly, as if he was not worth saving. In the end, he became a victim of murder.

At a bar, Stone explains that he is not suggesting a conspiracy, but rather it was the collective actions or lack of actions that led to the victim's death. She reminds him that this concept does not exist in the criminal code. Paul Robinette, who served with Stone's father in NYC, arrives and defends police officers. After Voight called him, he came to help Atwater. Robinette has a motion to preclude grand jury action, but Stone informs him that this does not exist in Chicago. Robinette suggests letting the presiding judge make the call.

During the court proceedings, the judge requested an hour to review Robinette's request for all subpoenas from the ASA office. The lawyers argued about the preclusion. Stone did not pay attention to Kevin Atwater's characteristics until after the trial. Robinette mentioned that Stone reminded him of his father, but Stone quickly dismissed the comment, stating that his father has nothing to do with the way he practices law. Peter is advised to call his father and apologize. Stone denies any knowledge of the situation, but Robinette believes otherwise.

In court, the judge denies his motion. Anna returns to Jefferies' office and reports that the grand jury has indicted Kevin Atwater for first-degree murder. Stone bows his head as Jefferies orders them to obtain an arrest warrant within the hour and execute it immediately. Stones says Atwater would turn himself in, but Jefferies orders him to work on all the reasonable doubt they handed Robinette.

Antonio brings Atwater in as Jefferies gives a press conference. Antonio defends Chicago PD and confronts Stone for accusing Atwater of causing the victim's death.

The medical examiner confirms that the victim suffered blunt force trauma to his rib cage, which caused it to splinter. Stone presents videos of the arrest, and the medical examiner admits that the arrest could have caused the injuries. The victim died at 4:06 pm, and Atwater arrested him at 7:10 am. Robinette brings up that Stone attempted to indict the EMTs and doctors for not knowing the true cause of Justin's death. Witnesses from the neighbourhood knew Justin Wilkes as a drug dealer.

Antonio tells Kevin that he did what he could, but Atwater is upset that it obviously wasn't long enough. They used to ride together, but everything has changed now that Antonio has moved to a bigger house. The defendant is upset that a black woman testified today, implying that he is betraying his community by being a police officer. Due to death threats, his younger siblings are currently staying in a hotel. Antonio has offered to take them in until Kevin is cleared. Atwater suggests that it may be too late and that he may have killed the victim or used excessive force. Antonio reminds him that they act for the right reasons.

Stone is experiencing a crisis of conscience after Robinette's assertion that several people were responsible for Justin's death. Jefferies inquires about Carrera, the jailhouse snitch, and whether he knows for a fact that he is lying. Carrera claims that Justin told him that the arresting officer had beaten him severely. The court adjourns until the following day.

Stone and Robinette discuss how a criminal's testimony carries more weight than that of a police officer. Robinette requested that the charges be reduced to aggravated assault with a six-month probationary period, but Stone declined and proposed a one-year sentence. During the court proceedings, Kevin Atwater provided a testimony of the events, while Antonio exited the courtroom.

Laura wants to talk about something, but Antonio doesn't. She shares a childhood story with him, telling him that she has learned to pick a side and stick with it. She tells him that she is happy he is her partner. Antonio reviews the case and discovers that there was no blood tox report and no vomit on him.

Anna and Stone arrive at the prison and inform Carrera that his deal is off the table. Stone tells Carrera that he has only two choices: concurrent or consecutive sentences. He is now being charged with Justin's murder on top of the man he killed in the bar. Carrera admits that he killed him for a cigarette.

Back in court, Stone vacates kevin Atwater's sentence and charge. He admits to Atwater that sometimes they get it wrong and apologizes to him. Antonio and Atwater nod to each other. Robinette shakes hands with Stone and tells him that his father would be proud of both of them. Antonio visits Stone's office and apologizes, telling him not to worry. Stone picks up his baseball and calls his father.

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Drunken Confessions

Request: Hi there 😊 aw let me send in a request as well 🤭 you're crushing on your colleague Antonio and him as well. But you catch Hailey flirt with him from time to time, so you end your shift at Molly's and decide to get drunk. The other Intelligence members are there as well and Antonio never lets you out of his sight. So when he sees some guy getting too close to you, he steps in and kisses you, making the guy leave. You're too drunk to process what's going on, so Antonio takes you with him into his apartment and takes care of you till you fall asleep in his bed and mumble something like 'I love you'. Then in the morning you can't remember why you're with him and he tells you what happened and that he loves you as well and that you don't need to be jealous as he'd always chose you 🙊

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Intelligence!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, being drunk, alcohol

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A/N: Thank you to @talesofreading for sending this request in!

When Jay joined Intelligence, you had joined as well. You had always wanted to be a detective and when you heard there were two openings in Intelligence you jumped at the chance while Jay got the other one. You are the sister of Will Halstead and the twin sister of Jay Halstead. While working in Intelligence you got along with everyone and you didn’t take anything lightly and did your job well, so well that other departments were begging for you but you just couldn’t leave your family and Jay behind so you turned the opportunities down every time. You promised yourself you would never love anyone in the department not wanting it to get in the way of your work but there was one guy that had caught your eye, Antonio Dawson.

When you laid eyes on him it was immediate love but you knew he probably didn't feel the same way. Sure, you two flirted with each other but neither of you were going to make the first move both too stubborn to do anything. What you didn’t know was the first day you walked into Intelligence Antonio fell hard for you and couldn’t even keep his eyes off of you and when you smiled at him, he swore his heart stopped beating and it was only you two in the room and nobody else. 2 years later you both were still crushing on each other and every now and then you two would flirt with each other you even had been partnered together. Around this time, you had gotten a new person into Intelligence, Hailey Upton, after Erin left, you really didn’t like her, especially how she strung your brother along and then broke his heart, and you were normally very welcoming but something about her struck something in you. Of course you were going to be civil towards her during work hours but after those it was a different attitude.

You had gotten to work early so you could get some paperwork done while you were alone and you also tend to do your best work alone. You walked in and greeted Trudy and she greeted you back and buzzed you up. You went to the locker room and put your stuff into your locker and then walked back out and sat at your desk. Not even 10 minutes later you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and turned to look and a smile broke out on your face when you saw that it was Antonio. When his eyes met yours he smiled “Good morning. I see you’re here early.” He said and you nodded.

“I tend to do my best work when I’m alone. You should know this by now.” You said with a little chuckle.

“That I do. So what are your plans for after work?” He asked coming to sit on the edge of your desk and you smiled and put a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“Well, I had planned to kick back and watch some mindless tv while eating pizza but we’ll see how the day turns out.” You said and he smiled, the smile that you had fallen in love with. He was about to say something else but the rest of the team walked up and you quickly got back to work he walked over to his desk and sat down you didn’t look up only focusing on the reports being filled out. The only time you looked up was when you heard Hailey giggle and you wished you hadn’t. The scene when you looked up you saw him smile and her push his shoulder you felt your heart break and when he looked over to you, you quickly looked down trying not to let tears fall what you didn’t was his smile fall and the look of concern pop up. He wasn’t listening to what Hailey was saying, just trying to be polite. This went on throughout the day and it only made you feel worse.

“Listen up.” Hank comes out saying and you all gathered around. “We have a drug deal going down and we need to go and bust them.” He said and you all nodded as everyone was going to change and gather weapons and you pulled Hank to the side.

“Hey, do you think I can be partnered up with Jay for this one? Just this one time.” You asked with hopefulness and he looked at you.

“Of course. Everything ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I just want to be with my brother on this one.” You said which was a complete lie.

“I’ll tell them when they come out. Now go and get ready to leave.” He said and you nodded. You went and got ready and when you walked out everyone was gathered around “I want Jay and Y/N together on this one.” He said and they nodded. Antonio looked hurt but didn’t say anything and that made you hurt inside. As you were heading to the house with Jay, he started to look over at you every now and then.

“Everything alright, Sis?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Everything is fine.” You had said and he looked at you.

“You have always been a bad liar. Now what’s up?” He asked and you sighed.

“I like Antonio and have had a crush on him for 2 years.” You said and looked over at him and smirked.

“I know.” He said and you looked at him surprised.

“How?” You asked, voice raising a pitch and he laughed.

“Come on Y/N/N. We’re twins. I know you too well. Will also figured it out. Now why did you request to ride with me instead of your partner?” He asked and you huffed.

“Hailey has been flirting with him and he doesn’t even stop her. It hurts too much.” You said and he nodded.

“He loves you. He would be stupid if he messes this up with you. Will and I have your back.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you guys.” You said as you pulled up to the house. You all stormed the house and got everyone in handcuffs without having anyone get hurt. The bust was a success but you were still feeling bad and to be honest heartbroken about what had been going on with Hailey and Antonio so you had forfeited your original plans and headed to Molly’s.

You arrived at Molly’s before anyone else so you got to drinking. You went up to the bar and got a bartender’s attention, you had downed the first drink easily when the rest of Intelligence strolled into the bar and they greeted you but when you saw Antonio you quickly ordered a new drink. You had been working on the second one while you mingled with everyone and then you saw your big brother, Will, and some of his colleagues. “Yo big bro!” You said and slapped him on the shoulder and he smiled.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” He said and gave you a side hug and then you noticed Connor and greeted him.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you drunk already?” He asked

“Tipsy. Not drunk.” You said and pointed at them and then laughed knowing it was a lie when you finished your second drink and you were really feeling it and it was making you forget about Antonio. You had gotten another drink while talking to them despite knowing you probably shouldn’t. You three continued to talk until you were called by someone and you bid them a goodbye and walked over to where you were called over to.

What you didn’t know was that he was watching your every move. He wasn't drinking much matter in fact wasn’t drinking at all. “Hey, Jay, your sister is drunk and getting cozy with some random guy that doesn’t look like he is up to any good.” Adam said and he looked over to you and he could tell it and sighed.

“I’ll go do something about it.” Jay said and Antonio shook his head and got up.

“No, I got it.” Antonio said and got up. You had been talking to some random guy on the back of the wall that you were leaning up against and was getting all flirty. The guy was getting all touchy and Antonio didn’t like that especially with how much you had to drink and didn’t seem to notice it. As he got to you neither you nor the person that was hitting on you paid attention until Antonio’s lips were on yours in a searing kiss. You didn’t know what was going on and the guy left the drink you had in your hands long forgotten and it had fallen from your grip and shattered onto the ground that seemed to pull you out of your trance.

“What?” You asked breathlessly and then stumbled into his arms.

“You’re drunk. I’m gonna take you home.” He said and you didn’t say anything and he helped you walk out while telling both of your brothers what was going on and then they bid you both a good night. Antonio helped you more like you leaned on him the entire way to his car. Once he got you settled into the car you began messing with the controls of the air conditioning and then the radio, he sighed but wasn’t going to say anything.

You were close to being at his apartment when you started to speak up “You know,” You slurred “I’ve had a massive crush on you for two years.” You said as your head slowly turned to look at him. “When I saw Hailey flirt with you and you did nothing, I figured I had lost my chance with you.” You said as he pulled into a parking spot in front of his apartment.

“I’ve had a crush on you too.” He said and you scoffed.

“Don’t take pity on me.” You said as you began to struggle to get out of the seatbelt and he watched you struggle but was quick to help you and then he got out and helped you out of the car. He helped you into the building and then into his apartment. Not much was said as he helped in and then he saw your face turn green and he quickly helped you to the bathroom where you had begun to vomit and he held your hair back. When you were down he slowly helped you up and into his bed and pulled the covers back and once you laid down and helped you take off your shoes. You hated sleeping in jeans but right now you didn’t care. “I love you.” You mumbled as he was getting stuff to sleep on the couch and he smiled and then walked out.

The next morning, he woke up before you and began making breakfast and coffee. Thankfully it was a Saturday which means that none of you had to go into work. The smell of food is what woke you up and had you sitting up in bed and looking around the unfamiliar apartment and you got up and stumbled out of the bedroom. When you got into the kitchen you saw Antoino there. “What am I doing here?” You asked him and that made him look up.

“You got super drunk at Molly’s and I decided to bring you here to sleep it off.” He said and you nodded and sat down as he sat down a plate of food and coffee. You started to eat and drink “You also told me you had a massive crush on me for two years.” He said and you stopped eating and looked up at him horrified.

“What?” You asked

“You said-” He began again and you stopped him.

“I heard you.” You said as you swallowed.

“But it’s ok because I’ve liked you, no loved, you for two years too.” He said and your eyes widened. “You also mumbled you loved me. You don’t have to be jealous of her or anyone else. You know why?” He asked and you shook your head. “Because I love you and I will always choose you.” He said as he came over and crouched down to where he was eye level with you. You leaned in and kissed him but pulled back when you felt the beginning of hangover vomit start to make its way up and you rushed to the bathroom. Antonio wasn’t too far behind you and once again held your hair back. Once you were done you flushed the toilet and then leaned back into him.

“How about I brush my teeth and then I can kiss you?” You asked and he chuckled and nodded and helped you up. He pulled out an extra toothbrush and gave it to you and once your teeth were brushed and mouth was rinsed out you turned to him and kissed him. The kiss was full of passion. “I’ve been wanting to do that for 2 years.” You said once you both pulled away and he nodded.

“So have I.” He said and smiled.

Yeah, this was going to be a wonderful start to an awesome, filled with a lot of love, and beautiful relationship.

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