#chicago pd au

[aromanticbuck]

Jay + Creatures AU

Throughout his childhood, Jay was constantly reminded that there were beings out there who were less than human. There were vampires who worked as doctors, werewolves who taught children, demons who bagged groceries. He couldn't always tell who those people were right away, but that didn't really matter to him. At least, it didn't matter until the creatures decided to mess with his life.

There was one kind that seemed to follow him - harbingers. One passed him on her way out of his mother's hospital room. One was in his unit in Afghanistan. One even tried to mark him for his own doom only hours before an explosion nearly took his life. The only reason he survived that was because he was lucky enough that his best friend was just as powerful as the beings that seemed to have it out for him. He'd heard plenty of stories growing up about guardian angels, and it seemed to be just his luck that he'd found himself a guardian demon, instead.

Once he was back in Chicago, he didn't even try to change that. There was no reason to shut himself off from his best friend, not when they were the closest thing either one of them had to family. With his brother across the country and his father refusing to speak to him most of the time, it felt like Mouse was all he had, and maybe that was true. They lived in the same apartment, and eventually sharing a home turned into sharing a bed. Friends didn't fit them as a label anymore, not by most definitions.

The team in Intelligence didn't care that they had a demon on the payroll, and Jay got to work with his boyfriend every day. It meant that the smell of a demon was all over him, enough so that most creatures knew to leave him alone. He was protected, spoken for, claimed in the basest sense of the word. No one wanted to mess with an Incubus's mate, there was too much risk. The only time that changed was when he was approached by a dog during a case.

It had seemed normal, a puppy looking for attention and food. When it followed him all the way home, he didn't think much of it. But smelling like a demon all the time only kept away certain creatures. He never expected to attract another creature that only wanted to protect him, especially not in the form of a hellhound. Luckily for him, Jay happened to really like the demons that had wormed their way into his life.

#jay halstead #ranger the dog #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #moustead #one chicago au #chicago pd au #alex does moodboards #creatures au* #i think they're neat!!! #i have one more made for this au #when will i post it? unsure

[kitweewoos]

Life After Pat

Time forgot Patrick Halstead and what he did, but his sons didn't. The families of his victims didn't. On November 3rd, 2001, Patrick Halstead was arrested for the murder of Alice Newman, a college student from University of Illinois who went missing a week prior to his arrest. Her body was found in the freezer kept inside the shed outside of the Halstead family home, and was reported to the police by Patrick's youngest son, Jay at the age of 14. He was suspected of murdering as many as seven young women from 1989 to 2001 when he was apprehended, however due to a lack of evidence, Patrick was only charged for the murder of three of the seven, Alice Newman, Cassidy Clarke, and Sarah Williams, all college students. The body of alleged murder victim Sandra O'Connell was never located, but it is believed that Halstead was responsible for her disappearance and ultimately her death. He was sentenced to three consecutive life sentences to be served at the Cook County Jail.

It's been years, and the news cycle moved on from Patrick Halstead. The nightmares, though, followed Will and Jay Halstead throughout their lives into adulthood. The nightmares, the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the constant hyper-vigilance and the paranoia, all of it following them when they try and move past this trauma. Will sought professional help after nearly a month without a full night's rest and scraping by during his senior year of college, and while working through his traumatic past, discovered something he didn't want to remember.

Will was eight years old when he'd walked into the garage, his tummy upset and needing his dad to get the medicine down from the top shelf. What he got instead was witnessing his father strangling a bloodied and beaten girl with hair just like his mom's before she died. Will had tried to back out, pretend he hadn't seen anything, but Patrick caught him, and forced him to assist in getting the girl into the family truck, and drove them out into a small wooded area. He was handed a shovel and told to start digging straight down at the base of a big pine tree. Will was tired, and small, but he worked because his dad had always scared him, especially since his mom had died. The girl was whimpering still, her breathing ragged, when Patrick put her in the hole and pushed dirt on top of her. Will sat in the bed of the truck, hands covered in dirt and blisters, and he wanted to throw up, but he was too afraid. When Patrick was done, he grabbed Will hard by the wrist and told him to keep this between them. Will nodded, but couldn't say anything. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, he was going to puke all over his dad, and his dad would put him in that hole too.

He's twenty eight when he remembers where the body is buried, and turns the information over to the police. He's sitting next to Jay in the interview room of the 21st district, his head buried in his hair as he remembers the sounds she made, that she was still alive when he'd helped bury her.

"I killed her," Will whispers. "No, you didn't," Jay assures him. "Dad did that. Dad was at fault here." "She was alive, Jay, when we got to the woods. She was alive when I buried her." "You were eight. What did you expect to do, Will? Overpower him? Cell phones didn't exist for us back then so you couldn't have called the police. You were a child afraid for your life, and he was the adult who knew better." "Am I going to be charged with accessory or something?" "No," Voight says, and Will looks up at him. "Your brother is right. You were eight. You were doing what you had to in order to survive. The district attorney won't be filing any kind of charges against you for that. And what you're doing right now will bring peace to a family who hasn't had answers in twenty years. You did good, kid."

They still have nightmares, about bodies in the freezer, about their father standing over a grave they were laying in as he shoveled dirt on top of them, but every day, they continued to live. They learned how to breathe easier with their father's convictions on their backs. Will testifies against his father in court when he's charged with Sandra O'Connell's murder, and Jay stands next to him throughout it all, a united front against their father. Life isn't easier. The sun feels wrong. His happiness feels unearned. But each day gets easier for Jay and Will Halstead, and Patrick Halstead stays in prison where he belongs until the day he passes away, alone and cold in his cell.

#chicago med #chicago pd #one chicago #halstead family #pat halstead #will halstead #jay halstead #cmed #cpd #cmed moodboard #cpd moodboard #chicago pd moodboard #chicago med moodboard #chicago med au #cmed au #chicago pd au #cpd au #kit creates #kazoo moodboard #life after pat au #inspired by life after happy face podcast

[fighterkimburgess]

f1!au

For twenty three weeks of the year, Kim Burgess is on TV. A camera inevitably ends up focusing on her in the garage, watching as she gives instructions and strategy advice down the radio to her driver.

But this year is different. For the first time in two years she’s not talking to Adam every weekend, not giving him in jokes and trying to not flirt with her boyfriend. Because Adam’s been signed to VR, arguably the best team in Formula One, and Kim’s in a fight to stay as his race engineer with her best friend.

While trying to keep her relationship private, Kim realises that something will have to give in her life. If she loves Adam then her career will suffer, but putting her career first means that she loses the love of her life. While travelling around the world she wrestles with her decision until she’s forced to make one, come what may.

#Kim burgess #Burzek #Chicago pd au #Adam Ruzek #been working on this for a while #potentially coming soon if my brain cooperates

[anna-justice]

you belong with me • four

chapter four: here the whole time

summary: been here all along, why can’t you see? you belong with me. (or: the upstead fake dating au that nobody asked for.)

• read on A03 or FF.NET •

#upstead #jay halstead #one chicago #hailey upton #chicago pd #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #kim burgess #upstead au #chicago pd au #kelly severide #stella kidd

[fank0ne]

THE BEAR — 1

Summary:

"What about Jason?"

"Jason Halstead?!"

The two of them shared a serious look that soon turned into an amused one, the soft grin on their mouths quickly replaced by a loud snicker that echoed within the walls.

"Might as well call him Loser," Jay mumbled once they calmed down, watching Hailey cross that name off the list with her pen.

"That's mean," she commented, "But you're right," she couldn't help but agree with him.

They were not naming their son... That.

— or, Hailey and Jay's unexpected journey to parenthood.

A/N: hello, Upstead cubbies! 🧸 Chicago... The Bear... I had to make it about Upstead somehow! I'm so excited to share this fluffy short-fic with you, and I hope you enjoy it. Can't wait to read what you guys think of it 🤗

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#chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #upstead #upstead fanfiction #upstead fic #upstead au #cpdxtb

[xofeno]

#upstead in the series finale

CHICAGO P.D. 9.22, You and Me

#where you go i go #the end #although the acting in those bonus au eps was phenomenal #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #jesse lee soffer #tracy spiridakos #cpdedit #upsteadedit #gifs #gifset #edit #chicagopdedit #cpd #cpd 9x22 #chicago pd 9.22 #S9 #mine #queue the post to begin

[study-coffee-chicago]

Witches AU (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I'm back! Sorry, it took so long for an update. I moved out of state for grad school a few months ago and I'm working 30-35 hours/wk on top of a full graduate-level course load. Because of this, this imagine is not proofread because I wanted to get this out to you guys. (I also wanted to post this before Halloween, but I had a ton of exams, so I'm just getting it up now.)

Anyway, enjoy!

Math has always sucked. It's confusing and why do you even have to know all of this stuff?

Wasn't this stuff just made up thousands of years ago? So why do I even need to know it? Isn't it all fake anyway. Like, maybe it's not even real and we're just learning stupid shit to learn stupid shit, you thought to yourself as you stared at your math test in front of you.

You looked around the room. You knew you weren't supposed to do this, but you muttered a transference spell under your breath to transfer the information from deep inside your brain where you couldn't find it onto the paper.

Hailey Upton was watching from her teacher's desk out of the corner of her eye, obscured by a book so her students wouldn't know that she was watching.

She knew a witch when she saw one.

***

Will might call his little brother, Jay, overprotective, but at the moment, Jay didn't care. His witch's mark burned, alerting him that either you or Will had just used magic.

Typically, this didn't happen, but there was a potion one could make so that one knew when another person used magic. Jay knew his mom used this on him and Will when they were younger even though she had never told them.

The most important ingredient in this potion was blood from the person who you wanted to know was using magic. This had been easy enough for Jay to come by. All he did was break open your razor, take out a blade, then quickly dip it in the mixture.

Jay had shuddered to think about where the razor had been when he took the potion like a shot a few minutes later. Then, he quickly brushed his teeth to rid himself of the taste of the potion.

Jay glanced at the clock.

You were in math class right now. He knew this because whenever he needed to text you, he made sure to do so during your lunch period, and a lot of times you'd text him back and say something along the lines of gotta go. Math class with a crying emoji.

And, you had been telling him for the past few days how you had a math test.

The man was both a witch and a police detective.

He easily put the pieces together: you used magic to cheat on a math test.

You broke the rules.

Do not use magic in your profession unless it is for the greater good.

Since your profession was currently a student and there was nothing at school that would really be for the greater good, Jay and Will had discussed it and had deemed that you weren't allowed to use magic at school.

Jay made a mental note to prepare a truth serum for you to drink when you got home from school.

***

"Jay, she's a kid," Will said when Jay called him later that day when he was on his way home from work.

"Yeah, and? Mom and Dad took our magic from us when we tried to throw a basketball game in our favor."

"Yeah because we were basically trying to injure the other team."

"Fair point. But, if we let her get away with it now, she'll think she can get away with it all the time and next thing you know, she's cheating on her SATs."

"Fine. Just give it back to her by the end of Halloween."

"Will, I'm not that stupid. I'll make sure she gets them back by then. Don't want her losing her powers forever."

The rule was, and always has been, if a witch loses their powers and still doesn't have them on the night of Sanheim, the night when the spirit world and mortal worlds collide--which is now called Halloween--they would lose their powers forever.

Will and Jay lived in fear whenever they did something wrong during the month of October that their parents would take their powers from them, but luckily, they never did anything that stupid...at least, not during the month of October. November and December, now those months were different stories.

"Might make her wait until the last minute until she gets them back, though," Jay said.

"Just, make it at least an hour before midnight. We don't need any issues."

"Yeah, yeah. And, before you mention it, yes, I'm giving her truth serum when she gets home in case I'm wrong."

"Good. I'll be expecting a phone call from her."

"Why?"

"We both know she calls me when she's pissed at you," Will said. "And then she'll want me to call you and tell you to give her her powers back. Or, she'll beg me to override your spell."

"Please don't give in, Will. I know how you get."

Will rolled his eyes. "I won't. Unless you start cutting it close, then I might have to. But, we both know how hard eye of newt is to get these days, so please save me the money."

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. But, I gotta go. I have a truth serum to make."

"She's gonna know what you're making the minute she walks into the house. That one smells terrible."

"Oh, trust me, I know.

***

When you saw Jay's truck in the parking lot of your apartment building, you thought nothing of it; you just thought he and his team had finished with a case early.

But, when you walked in, you gagged and dry-heaved.

"Oh my god," you groaned and plugged your nose. "Jay, what are you cooking? It smells like burnt, day-old, rotten fish."

Jay walked out of his room with a clothespin pinching his nose closed.

"I'm giving you one chance to come clean or else you get to taste it."

"Come clean about what?" you asked while you set down your backpack so that you'd have something to do with your hands.

"Cut the crap, Y/N. You have one chance to tell me why my witch's mark burned when you were in math class today or else you get to taste the truth serum. And, just a heads up, the taste is worse than the smell and the aftertaste is even worse. And it's slimy."

"You charmed my magic?" you asked.

"Was that a confession?"

"No!"

Jay walked further into the kitchen and opened a drawer that contained silverware. He pulled out a spoon and then made his way to the pot that was bubbling on the stove. "Last chance, kid."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." He stuck the spoon in the potion and dished some out.

You unplugged your nose and smelled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And then, you dry-heaved and started to feel the snack you ate in your second to last class churn in your stomach.

"Fine! I used magic to help me with one problem on my math test, happy?"

"Very." Then, he snapped his fingers and the pot disappeared, taking the smell with it. Then, he snapped again, but this time, he did so with both hands and made a gesture with his arms from you to him.

You hoped he was taking the nausea from your body.

You swore you could still it, though, so you walked over and opened the pumpkin spice candle that sat on the kitchen counter. Maybe he just wanted you to admit that you were guilty and all of this would blow over...it wasn't like Jay, but, he had gotten out of work earlier than usual, so maybe he was in a good mood.

You pointed your pointer finger at the candle and muttered the spell.

Nothing happened.

"Yeah, you're gonna need this," Jay said and then made a lighter appear on the counter with a snap of his fingers. "Your finger's gonna be out of commission for a while."

"What do you..." Then, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Will always told you stories of when Mom and Dad took his and Jay's magic away when they used it when they weren't supposed to. "You didn't!"

"Don't cheat on your math test."

"Jay! It was one question! And, I just couldn't remember the formula! I didn't even use it for the problem! Just the formula! You gotta believe me! I promise!"

Jay muttered something under his breath and then stared right at you, just above your head.

Unbeknownst to you, he had made a puff of smoke pop up above you, which said truth or lie...and you were telling the truth. Despite this, Jay wasn't going back now. He had to teach you a lesson. And, he'd make sure to give you your powers back by Halloween.

"Thank you for telling me the truth," he told you. "But, you have to understand, that magic is a slippery slope. You can't just use it for your own gain all the time. Mom always said that magic is for the greater good, and what you did today was selfish--"

"But--"

"No buts. You'll get your magic back when I say you can have it back."

"But Sanheim's in two weeks! If I don't get my powers back by then, I'll be mortal! Please, Jay! Give them back!"

"No can do, kid. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it."

"I'm calling Will!"

"We already talked about this, so good luck."

You huffed and marched off towards your room.

"I hate you!"

"If you want your powers back by Sanheim, I'd shut up if I were you! And, make sure you wake up earlier tomorrow to pack your lunch for school because your powers can't do it for you!"

You threw your head back and groaned. If you had your powers, you'd seriously hex your brother right now.

***

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" Miss Upton asked at the end of your math class the next day.

Oh no. Jay called her. Now you were in trouble at home and at school.

"Sure," you answered.

Once all the students left, she closed the door and then gestured for you to sit in the chair across from her desk.

You were in deep shit now.

"Did you cheat on the test yesterday?"

"I--" You were about to tell her that you didn't, but you knew lying would just make it worse. It was better for you to just come clean. You hung your head. "Yes," you admitted reluctantly. "But, it was only the volume formula for a cylinder! I didn't use it for any number or anything! I just couldn't remember the formula."

Miss Upton nodded. "I see." She'd dealt with kids cheating before, so she knew that if a kid admitted to it, they were usually telling the truth about the cheating. They either doubled down on their lie or told the truth; there was no in-between. "Tell you what, since this is the first time this has happened and you only used it in the formula, I won't tell the principal, and I'll just adjust your grade and take off the points for that problem as if it were incorrect."

You didn't know what to say; you thought for sure that this was going to go on your record the second you admitted to cheating. So, all you could feel was gratitude. "Thank you. It won't happen again, I swear!"

"I wouldn't get too far ahead of yourself," Miss Upton warned. "I do need to have a conversation with your parents about this."

"My um, my guardian," you told her. "It's my brother who's in charge of me. My, um, my parents both passed."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry."

You nodded. "Thank you."

There was a lull in the conversation as Hailey processed what you had just said. She knew that your brother signed permission slips and all that for you, but she thought that was just because your parents were busy working. But, she knew she needed to continue this conversation.

"I'll need to have a conversation with your brother, then. I'll make the phone call during lunch. I'd like you to be present for the meeting."

"Okay. He already knows."

Hailey furrowed her eyebrows. Typically kids wouldn't come clean about this to their parents. But, she thought you were a witch; she just wanted to see what you'd say next.

"You told him?"

You shrugged. "Guilty conscience, I guess."

"I see." She paused. "Well, that was everything about the test. One more thing."

"Yeah?" You knew geometry wasn't your best class, but you didn't think there was anything else in this class that warranted your attention, much less would be brought to Miss Upton's attention.

"Agam ense?"

Your eyes widened, but you quickly recovered. She did not just ask you that.

Agam ense.

When flipped from its backward state, was Esne maga.

Are you a witch? in Latin.

No way Jay's giving you your powers back now.

***

What Jay did not expect to be getting was a frantic phone call from you at 10:06 in the morning.

"I gotta take this. It's Y/N." He told his team. Then, he walked into the break room, which was soundproof.

"Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He had already taken your powers, he really didn't know how normal adults disciplined their kids. Maybe take her phone? No, that would be a safety issue. So, what was he supposed to—"

"Miss Upton knows," you said.

"Knows what? That you cheated?" Jay asked. He hadn't even thought about telling your teacher due to the fact that he had been absolutely livid with you yesterday. Maybe he should've done that.

"Yes, but she knows that I'm..." you trailed off. Then, you whispered. "She knows I'm a witch."

Jay took a deep breath to avoid losing his shit. They were gonna take you from him and put you in a mental hospital. He'd have to get a lawyer ASAP. So, all he could manage was, "How?"

"She's one two. She even spoke bruja to me. That's how she asked."

"Did she show you her mark?" Jay asked.

"No. But she erased the board by pointing her finger at the board and making the eraser erase. I didn't believe her, so I told her my water bottle was empty, because it was, and with a snap of her fingers, it was full again."

"Holy shit," Jay muttered.

"I'm telling you in case she brings it up tonight when you have to meet her about me cheating. She's gonna give you a call in an hour during lunch."

"Okay. Wow, okay. I expected something bad, but not something like this."

You stayed quiet, waiting for Jay to lose his shit for being so careless. But, instead, you just got silence. "So, you're not mad?"

"If it was a mortal who caught you, then I'd be mad. But, a witch can find their own kind. So, in this case, I'm not mad. Plus, I already took your magic. I don't know if there's anything else I could really do."

"So, I'll get my magic back by Sanheim?" You asked hopefully.

"We'll see. Now, get to class, kid."

Once he hung up, he sighed. He was about to leave the break room and get back to working on his current case, but then he remembered that he needed to call Will to tell him about the latest development in your cheating and powers saga. Sometimes, he wished he were mortal. But then, he remembered he didn't have to wait for the coffee to brew in the morning because it was done with a snap of his fingers...literally.

***

"What did Will say?" Jay asked when he walked into school that afternoon, half an hour after school had been let out for the day. He had told his team he had to talk to your teacher, and, since the case was close to being closed, they let him leave early.

"Left me a voice memo. Almost made me go deaf because I had my headphones in when I played it," you answered.

Jay winced. "That bad, huh?"

"I'll let you listen to it when we get home."

"Nah. Don't think I need to. I called him after you called me and he basically told me what he was going to say to you...thought he would've cooled off between then and talking to you, though."

"Definitely not. He even mentioned experimentation, the pyres, hangings—"

"Yup. He told me that's what hew was going to tell you. Definitely didn't cool off. Maybe he needs to take a walk before recording those."

You agreed, then took a deep breath. "Let's get this over with." Then, you led the way to Miss Upton's classroom.

"Mr. Halstead, Y/N, please, take a seat," Miss Upton said and gestured to the two chairs that she had placed in front of her desk.

"Please, call me, Jay," Jay said when he took a seat. "I'm too young to be addressed as Mr. Halstead."

"In that case, call me Hailey," Miss Upton said. 

"Alright, Hailey, where would you like to start?"

Hailey opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out a few pieces of paper, which were stapled together. She laid it out in front of her and you could see that it was the test that you had taken yesterday. "So, Y/N told me that she had a guilty conscience so she came clean to you yesterday that she cheated." She flipped to a page of the test. She only cheated to get the formula for this problem. And, since this is her first time being in any sort of trouble, I've explained to her that I'm only going to take off the points for the problems where this formula was used and I'm going to refrain from telling the principal."

"Yes, she told me," Jay confirmed. "And, I can promise you, that it will not happen again."

"I'd hope not. I just want to go over next steps with you if this were to occur again..."

You zoned out at this part because you knew this wasn't going to happen again, not after Jay took your powers away. Now, if you had gotten away with it, then this might be a different story. But man, that consequence really made you rethink your actions. 

"Just remember, Sanheim," Miss Upton said. 

The mention of the ancient festival that Halloween is based off of made you refocus. 

What about Sanheim?

"I know. I won't be too hard on her."

You assumed the two had quickly discussed that Jay had taken your powers...or, Jay hadn't mentioned a single thing and Hailey had just mentioned that as a reminder. Maybe she had been rebellious during her teen years and had a scare just like you had.

Jay's phone buzzed. "That's probably work," he said. "Is this all? If not, we can continue this conversation later. Maybe, over coffee?"

Your jaw almost dropped, but you refrained from doing that. You knew Jay was a flirt, but this was a whole new level. 

"That was all. And, coffee would be nice. But, let's continue this later. I have other tests to grade."

She shot you a wink, and you were grateful she understood that you were weirded out by this whole interaction. 

Then, the two of you began to walk out of the classroom, but not before Jay snapped his fingers. 

He paused a second and you continued to walk out of the classroom. Obviously that was something for Miss Upton. 

"I'll see you then," she said. 

And then Jay came out in the hallway. 

"What did you do?" you asked. 

"Just had a sticky note pop up with a time and a coffee shop. We're meeting on Friday before school."

Then, once you were safely out of the building and into the parking lot where no one would hear you, you said, "Please don't date my teacher...at least wait until I get my powers back. Or, wait, maybe date her. It might get my grades up."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I'll do what I want, thank you very much. Plus, she's a witch, so if anything happens, I don't have to have that conversation."

"Always easier dating a witch than explaining things to someone. How do you think the Salem witch trials started?"

"Exactly. Now, I gotta get back to work. See you later." 

"See you. Can I have my--" 

"No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"You were going to ask for your powers back. It hasn't even been 24 hours. No."

You walked away, but not without muttering, "I hoped because you're going on a date you might be in a good mood. Guess not."

"I heard that!"

***

10 days later, October 28

It was 4 days until November 1. You had 3 days, 6 hours, and 37 minutes to get your powers back before they were gone for good. Jay was in a good mood after his not one, but two dates with Miss Upton, and hadn't worked any crazy cases at work. At least, he hadn't worked any that you knew of anyway. 

Also, for the past two days, you had followed Will's advice: Maybe stop asking and Jay will give them back. 

You were skeptical about this advice, but you figured it was worth a shot. But, your patience was wearing thin. 

He still hasn't given them back! you texted Will. 

And he's still at work and you still have 3 days! he answered.

You sighed and flopped down on the couch. He'd give them back...right?

***

October 31

It was currently Halloween on a Saturday night. While all of your friends were out (underage) drinking, you were sitting at home, trying to focus on watching Hocus Pocus (even though it was definitely not an accurate portrayal of witches), and every five minutes you were trying to move something or get another glass of apple cider from the kitchen by using a spell. But, nothing worked. 

You looked at the clock on your phone as the credits to the movie began to roll. It had just hit 11pm. 

"How's it feel?" Jay asked. 

"What?" you asked. You were too focused on how the hell you were going to live as a mortal. Because, if Jay hadn't given you your powers back yet, you'd never get them back. 

"Your powers. I just transferred them back to you."

"No, you didn't. I didn't feel anything."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, I did."

You tried to fold the blanket by using a spell. 

Nothing. 

"Maybe I have to say it out loud instead of whispering." 

He recited the spell which translated to: Now that she has learned to use her powers for good and not for selfish deeds, give her back her powers that she needs.

"Try something now."

You tried the simplest spell, a spell to levitate anything in front of you.

Nothing. 

All your rage came flying out at once. 

"I. Hate. You!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. "I won't get my powers back because you just had to prove a point and wait until the last fucking minute! Fuck!"

"Y/N, I'm sorry! They should be back, it's not midnight yet!"

"Well, they aren't back! I hate you!"

Then, you grabbed your keys and slipped on your tennis shoes, not caring that you were just in sweatpants and a hoodie despite it beginning to snow. 

Normally, Jay would yell at you to come back, but he had more pressing matters to attend to. 

He quickly pulled out his phone and walked into his room. After dialing Will's number and putting the phone on speaker, he opened his safe and then took out the false bottom where he kept the family's spellbook that had been passed down for generations. 

"Hello?"

"Will I fucked up!"

Will looked at the time on his phone and his heart dropped. "You didn't read the fine print, did you?"

"What fine print? There's no fine print!" He flipped to the page where the spell was. "All the letters are normal sized!" He began to read the spell over the spell over the phone. "If not given back by the person who took these powers when Sanheim turns to the first of November under the dark of Boston's sky, then this witch will remain powerless forever."

"Boston, Jay! What time is it in Boston?"

"What are you talking about? It's--" And then it dawned on him: Boston was one hour ahead of Chicago; It was already November first there. "Shit."

"Keep looking through the spellbook," Will urged. "I'm on my way over. There is no way Y/N's losing her powers over a technicality."

***

You sat in the dark of the night, using your phone as the only light to look at your mom's gravestone. If she were here, this never would have happened. She would have given you your powers back earlier. And now, you were mortal. You could die of anything. And, without powers and your parents, was life even worth living at all? 

***

"There has to be something in here," Jay muttered as he flipped through the spellbook from front to back once more. 

Then, a knock sounded. "It's me!" Will yelled. 

"Come in!" Jay yelled back.

The minute he heard the door open and close, he grabbed the spellbook and brought it out to the kitchen table. 

"Last page. Everyone's notes," Will ordered. 

"I already looked there!"

"Well look again!" Will ordered. He had half a mind to rip the book off the table and throw it at Jay's head, but he decided not to...but only because he didn't want to rip any pages and ruin the spellbook. 

The two poured over the book for ten minutes and were about to flip the page when Will stopped them. 

"Remember, blood is stronger than any spell," he read. 

"Yeah, so? Family's stronger than magic."

"What if Mom meant blood, like actual blood."

Jay's eyes widened. "You're a fucking genius!" 

Then, he flipped back to the page where the original spell was while Will grabbed a knife from the kitchen. 

"You cast the spell, so it's all you," Will said. 

Jay took the knife from Will and then cut his finger just enough that blood started to pool. Then, he held his finger over the page. 

One drop...Two drops...Three drops. 

The page turned black and white lettering began to materialize on the page. 

"If ye be in dire need of thy powers," Jay began to read, "like this spell, thou shalt need three witches, one must be a descendent of those who were imprisoned for their crimes and could have perished in the pyres, by hanging, or drowning."

"Great," Will said. "So we need three witches and one has to be a direct descendent from either England or Salem."

"Hailey," Jay muttered. 

"What?"

"Hailey Upton, Y/N's teacher. We went on a few dates, she's a witch, she mentioned she grew up out east!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're dating Y/N's teacher? Since when?" Will asked while Jay ran to his room and grabbed his phone. 

"I wouldn't call it dating. We've only gone on two dates. I told Y/N not to tell you or else she wouldn't get her powers back."

"And now she might not even get them back! I'm calling Y/N to tell her to come home, you call Hailey. You sure as hell better hope that you're right about where she's from."

***

"A technicality!" you yelled when you walked inside your and Jay's apartment after getting that phone call from Will. "I lost my powers because of a fucking technicality?"

"Take a deep breath." You recognized that voice. But, why...

"Miss Upton?" you asked. 

"We need three witches to break the spell and one has to be from Salem," Jay said. 

"Or, a descendent of those who came from Salem. Technically, I lived in Boston. Then I moved here when I was twelve," Hailey said. 

"Okay, so you guys can reverse it?" you asked. You really didn't care about the semantics right now. 

"We think so," Will said. 

Then, he grabbed one of Jay's hands and Jay took his other hand to grab Hailey's.

"Ready?" Jay asked. 

"Yes," Hailey answered and Will nodded. 

The three of them closed their eyes and recited the spell. 

The second they were finished, you could feel the blood moving in your veins, almost like there were bubbles. Your fingertips glowed for five seconds after that. And then, you felt normal again. 

"Did it work?" Jay asked.

"I don't know, it felt weird, but I don't know." 

At this point, you were scared to try any magic because what if you just imagined those feelings? what if it was just your eyes playing tricks on you?

"Try a spell," Will urged. 

You pointed your finger at the table and focused on thinking about an Oreo milkshake. And then, one appeared!

"They're back! They're back!" you yelled and grabbed the milkshake. Then you took one sip. But then, you remembered something. "Thank you, Miss Upton! You're the best teacher ever! I'm sorry I cheated and I'll never do it again! I promise!"

Miss Upton smiled. "I know you won't."

"I think," Will began, "this calls for celebratory IHOP."

"Yes!"

"I'm down," Jay said. 

"Not for you, Jay. This is only for me, Y/N, and Hailey if she wants to come. You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place."

Jay rolled his eyes, but deep down, he knew he deserved it. 

"I can make some really good pancakes," Hailey offered. 

You might have just been in high school, but you knew where this was going. 

"C'mon, Will, let's go," you said and pulled him out the door while drinking your milkshake. 

"I don't have a tail or anything, do I?" Jay asked when you and Will had left. 

Hailey laughed. "No, you don't."

"Good, because I'm sure those two are going to hex me one way or another. That's probably what they're talking about right now."

Hailey laughed. "I'm not saying you deserved it..."

Jay cocked his head to the side. "Yes, you are." He took a step closer. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"

Hailey shook her head. "Is this your way of flirting?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Maybe," Hailey smiled. Then, the two began leaning in. Hailey could almost feel Jay's lips on hers when she noticed something and pulled back. "Why does your breath smell like toad?"

Jay threw his head back and groaned. "Will! Y/N!"

"I'm sure we can find a spell to fix that, c'mon," Hailey said. 

Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the kitchen table and their two spellbooks, which would eventually turn into one big one as the years passed and they fell deeper and deeper in love. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to reblog and comment! Even though I don't respond to a lot of the comments, I do see them and I love seeing them! Thanks again for reading! Also, if you want to be added to my taglist, just let me know and I can add you!

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[solesommerso]

blacklit paradise au! — aftermath —

“You’re smoking?” Jay startles at Sarah’s voice, quickly taking the cigarette out of his mouth, about to crush it out in the glass ashtray sitting on the small table he keeps on the balcony of his apartment but Sarah shakes her head to stop him.

“Don’t tell Voight.” She lets out a small puff of air, Jay thinks it’s an attempt at a laugh.

“Calm down I won’t tell your boss you’re smoking, your brother on the other hand…” Reese trails off and grins when Jay glares at her.

“Don’t you dare.” He points his two fingers holding the cigarette at her with a serious tone, though the smile on his lips cuts through it all. He’s just happy Sarah’s outside, and smiling.

“Your secrets safe with me.” The plastic chair Sarah pulls to sit in front of Jay makes a scraping noise against the concrete. It sounds oddly like the scrape of the dresser in front of the door the night Jay had to— he shakes the thought away, taking a drag of his cigarette and holding it a little longer than normal.

“Natalie went back to work today, I’m officially the last one left.” Sarah tries to sound nonchalant but Jay can see the hurt written across her face as she plucks Jay’s half drunk soda from the table, looking anywhere but at Halstead.

“You’re allowed to take your time, your stitches haven’t even healed.” He assures and leans his elbows onto his knees, a way to be closer to Sarah, as if some threat is going to pop out of nowhere and he’ll need to jump up to save her. God he feels like he did when he got home from Afghanistan, which is a scary thought he chooses to ignore.

“I know, that’s all anyone’s been telling me. I just- I’m staying in your apartment, waking up either panicking so bad I throw up or start sobbing, I can’t even look at my own clothes so I’ve been wearing yours and- I just feel so fucking broken.” Her chest heaves as she sighs, sipping at the coke in her hands, leg bouncing against the chair under her.

“Hey I haven’t gone back to work either, and I catch myself counting your breaths when you’re sleeping on the couch, and I triple check the doors locked after I come home, and I could keep going. The point is, we’re both going through a lot and that’s okay, we’re gonna be okay.” Their eyes meet and Sarah nods faintly before bringing her drink to her lips again.

“But stop stealing my drinks.”

#I haven’t even started writing this out and yet here I am writing a blurb about the aftermath #I love adhd sometimes <33 #also hi nova I stole your green color palette #it fits angst fics so well I couldn’t resist #blacklit paradise!au #writing #sarah & jay #jay halstead #sarah reese #chicago med #chicago pd #sammy moodboards #whumptober 2023 #counting this as day 6 for aftermath prompt

[kiddbegins]

ivy and friends part whatever

last part bc I don't feel like tagging every single part anymore.

#one chicago #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #original character #willivy #upstead #stellaride #dawsey #twitter au #idk if this is an au #more than likely #on brand as hell #lets me real #anyway #will halstead #jay halstead #ivy sullivan #hailey upton #kelly severide #stella kidd #gabby dawson #matt casey #my family #might have others here and there idk

[vroomvroommuppett]

ten

series masterlist

buy me a coffee!!

next one will be kelly severide x casey!sister. please vote here for her occupation

well this is the end of this story. send an ask if you want to be tagged in the next one!

mattcasey Coming soon… @/perriecasey

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sylviebuckley THATS A HONEYMOON BABY

perriecasey 💙

evanbuckley OMG YAY

christopherherrmann AWW CONGRATS!

gabbydawson SHUT UP

antoniodawson Finally!

stellakidd YES! Another kid to babysit and to help persuade Kelly to give me one.

mattcasey HAHAHA SHE JUST CALLED YOU OUT SEVERIDE

perriecasey meet spencer alexander casey. @/mattcasey

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mattcasey 💙

kellyseveride AND YOU DIDNT TELL US YOU WENT INTO LABOR?!

stellakidd AWWWWWWW. I want one.

otiszonovich Congrats you guys!

joecruz Bring him by the station please.

erinlindsay Look at my nephew.

evanbuckley Chris says “Congrats!” and he can’t wait to meet him.

tag list

@samanthavitale @waitingforjesseleesoffer @sorry-i-spaced @roronoas-wife @mel0809

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[iredastead]

I have been pushing posting this off because after I send the ask I kinda got shy and anxious about this…But here it is!!

This is a fanart gift for @gregorygerwitz and @kitthekazoo based on their amazing Magic AU

It was supposed to be a Christmas gift but apparently, I made this drawing a bit complex for my art skills xD

I try to give a visual and color representation of each power base on the moodboards and small snippets and information that you have posted so far and how I saw that in my mind, im not going to post it here but if someone is interested to know my thought process you can ask me!

I hope you like it, you both are awesome and creative so I wanted to gift you something that reflectes that...

The preview image look pixaleted but if you click on it it look fine (sorry about that)

#fanart #fanart gift #gregorygerwitz #kitthekazoo #kit’s and Alex’s Magic AU #one chicago #will halstead #kim burgess #sarah reese #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #chicago med #chicago pd

[aromanticbuck]

Brandon "Mouse" McHolland (for @highclasstrashposts, who did most of this worldbuilding, honestly)

In the summer of 1985, a basket was left in front of Firehouse 51. Inside, there was a baby, and a blanket, and a note pinned to the fleece. There was no explanation, no number to call, no indication that whoever had left him there would return.

take care of Brandon for me

There weren't many people to take care of him - between Herrmann's new marriage and Boden's crumbling one, the number of homes he could go to was slim. But it would be worse if he was put into the system, being passed from one foster home to another without any kind of stability. If they wanted to follow the single instruction left in the note, and take care of the child that was left in their care, he needed a good life, someone constant in it, a support system he could always rely on no matter where life took him.

So, even if Mouch was the one who took him in, gave him food and a roof, it really did take a village to raise a child. While his name legally became Brandon McHolland, he had an entire firehouse to call family. He had uncles and cousins, even if none of them were related to him by blood. He had as many people to go to for advice as he could imagine, and plenty of space to roam around the firehouse when he started walking and saying more than babbled syllables.

When he still had trouble repeating a few names he heard around the firehouse, with the ch coming out closer to sh, he got his own silly nickname that wasn't far off from his adopted father's. By the time his age reached double digits, he answered to Mouse more than he answered to Brandon, and he almost preferred it that way. Even if they weren't family biologically, having a name, no matter how silly, that could be easily mistaken for another felt important to him. It gave him a connection to the most important person in his life beyond the same address and last name.

"No one cares more about abandoned babies than me."

[ request a moodboard ]

#mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #cfire #chicago fire #one chicago #adopted!mouse au #cass tag #alex does moodboards #highclasstrashposts #yes this gets the adopted au tag #who do you think named him brandon and left him somewhere safe??? #anyway i'm thinking about this au a normal amount

[kitweewoos]

100 fast

Summary:

With a full schedule at work, Will asks Jay and Mouse to take Theo on their roadtrip, and they're more than happy to bring her along.

Part 2.5 of the we have each other series

Ship: Jay Halstead/Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz, Jay Halstead & Theo Halstead, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz & Theo Halstead, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 2,813

Chapters: 1/1

Additional Tags:

Alternate Canon

Single Parent Will Halstead

Family Fluff

Halstead Family Feels

Road Trips

Uncle-Niece Relationship

[read it now on ao3]

#chicago pd #chicago med #cmed #cpd #one chicago #moustead #jay halstead #greg “mouse” gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #theo halstead #will halstead #theo-verse #baby au #chicago med au #cmed au #chicago pd au #cpd au #chicago med moodboard #cmed moodboard #chicago pd moodboard #cpd moodboard #one chicago au #one chicago moodboard #kazoo moodboard #kit creates

[fighterkimburgess]

Singer!AU

When Kim Burgess decided enough was enough and she got off the tour bus at a truck stop in Idaho, she was positive she’d blown any chance of a career in music. Objectively, it was a stupid decision. Subjectively, not spending another minute around her ex boyfriend who kept trying to get into her pants was a good idea.

It was pure luck that Mouse had business meetings about his new wonder app in Seattle, that a call to her Mom telling her she needed help meant that he was on the way in minutes. The six hour drive took him around five, the woman running the truck stop canteen waving away men until Kim latched onto her big brother with a tight hug and a murmur to just take her home.

But when some of her YouTube videos made it big, and one of her songs - the one about Sean in the end - went viral on TikTok, she got a few calls from Nashville. Some writers wanted to work with her, so she packed up her bags and decided to get a six month lease to see if she could write music in the big leagues. Trudy dropped her to O’Hare with a hug and three hundred dollars hidden in the compartment of her guitar case, the one she’d pulled off the bus in Idaho.

Nashville was a whirlwind, and writing music with Jay felt like a dream. They could bounce ideas off each other, lyrics and melodies working together as the studio drummer, Adam, gave them any beat they asked for. And when Jay asked her on a date she said yes. They revealed their relationship on the NSAI red carpet, receiving a songwriting award and for the first time since that stupid tour she thought that she could make it work out. Her mom and brother called to congratulate them, insisting they’d come down to visit Nashville and meet Jay to give him the Platt seal of approval.

But the stress of working together and dating each other meant she had to choose, and she’d rather have Jay as a writing partner and her best friend than nothing at all. And when one of her nights singing in random bars in Nashville led to Hailey Upton offering her a deal at Upjas records, what could she do but say yes? Jay agreed to do bass and guitar for the recording, and they convinced Adam that he could drum in the studio and on a couple of shows as well. Kim was getting everything she’d dreamed of, everything that she never thought she could have.

The emails began, warnings that she didn’t deserve her new success and it wouldn’t be a happy ending. But Mouse blocked the emails, and decided to come on the road with them. Walking in on her brother and her ex should have been shocking, but they were happy and that mattered. And she and Adam were fumbling their way to something so exciting. Everything was within her grasp.

But then the physical letters started coming, and they didn’t stop.

#kim burgess #adam ruzek #jay halstead #burzek #burzek au #Chicago pd au #singer!au

[hotchs-second-wife]

Kitty: Casey and Severide are fighting again.

Boden: *quietly* I told you to leave them alone, stop making them fight with each other.

Kitty:

Kitty: *whispering* I like drama.

#chicago fire #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago med #one chicago oc #halstead sister #halstead sister au #kelly severide #matt casey #sometimes she likes the petty drama #other times shes wringing their necks bc their fighting puts everyones lives at risk

[fank0ne]

THE BEAR — 4

Summary:

"What about Jason?"

"Jason Halstead?!"

The two of them shared a serious look that soon turned into an amused one, the soft grin on their mouths quickly replaced by a loud snicker that echoed within the walls.

"Might as well call him Loser," Jay mumbled once they calmed down, watching Hailey cross that name off the list with her pen.

"That's mean," she commented, "But you're right," she couldn't help but agree with him.

They were not naming their son... That.

— or, Hailey and Jay's unexpected journey to parenthood.

A/N: hellooo, Upstead cubs! 🧸 You can't believe I'm on time? Me neither lol I have to say, I'm really proud of how this chapter came out, and I hope you like it as well. It's definitely an emotional rollercoaster - let me know if you enjoy the ride!

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#chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #upstead #upstead fic #upstead fanfiction #upstead au #cpdxtb