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Hey everyone!! @hecckyeah here :)

Just had to say a gigantic THANK YOU to all who participated in Two Weeks of Chenford!!! All the submissions full of talent and love for our favorite cop couple were always a bright spot in my day, especially over a hiatus that would have normally driven me up the wall. And I'm hoping it was the same for everyone else too!!

Special shout-out to @arch78 for writing something every single day of this challenge!! That's commitment 👏

Hopefully I'll be able to put together another short challenge in the near future, this time with more warning and preparation time :) Until then, catch me on main and let's freak out together over the next few episodes of the season!

Now, to go watch ep 7 and then re-read all my comfort fics....

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Day 14 - Prompt: Home

I can’t believe this is the final instalment!

Thanks to everyone who read these little time wasters 💜💜

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Day 13 - Prompt: fixed

This was very fun for me to write. I hope you like it like I do

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“You’re okay,” he found himself whispering. “I was so . . .”

“I know,” she said, her voice echoing through his own chest, filling him with the familiar warmth of having her close to him and safe again. Finally.

@chenford-prompts two weeks of Chenford day #12: Storm

This is from one of the best Chenford fics I've ever read, So This Crazy Thing Happened at the Terra Bella Mountain Lodge, by our beloved host, @hecckyeah !! It's a crossover with Brooklyn Nine Nine where Chenford and Peraltiago go on vacation at the same lodge, and get stuck there in a storm, while crimes and shenanigans ensue

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This is a day late, but I have a short little thing for @chenford-prompts 2 Weeks of Chenford! Prompt: Miles Apart

(I'm not gonna lie to y'all, this is inspired by a plot line in Chicago PD that I hated with a fiery passion, so I decided to fix it and add some Chenford, as a treat! It's more alluded to than anything else, and the timelines don't really work out, but I don't really care. OH also I may have. Replaced Bailey and Nolan's wedding with Abigail and Henry's in this. Because I don't really care for Bailan, but that's just my opinion!)

“I still can’t believe you arrested someone while you were on vacation in New York,” Lucy said, her voice echoing and staticy through the phone’s speaker. “You're officially worse than Nolan.”

Tim rolled his eyes, shifting his position in his seat. He was sitting in the waiting room of a precinct in Brooklyn, waiting for detectives to come and take his statement. “Okay, no one’s worse than Nolan. He went after a drug ring at his son’s wedding.”

“True,” Lucy conceded. “But you’re on vacation, miles away from home, and you just happened to spot a kidnapper?”

“They don’t give sergeant positions to just anyone, you know,” Tim pointed out wryly.

He heard her snort on the other end. “No, apparently just to people who hit criminal’s cars with their cars to stop them.”

“Okay that one I did steal from Nolan,” Tim admitted. “But it worked. Got him out of the car and away from the girl he grabbed.”

“She must have been terrified.” Lucy’s voice was soft with empathy, and Tim felt a pang go through his chest.

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s tough, though. She’ll be okay.” 

What he didn’t tell her was how familiar it felt when he pulled the young woman, tied up and terrified, out of the back of the car. Suddenly he was lifting Lucy out of the barrel in the desert, holding her as she sobbed.

The tears in the young woman’s eyes— Nadia, from Chicago. Not much older than Nolan’s rookie, with a checkered past, but a fierce determination that Tim recognized easily— had reminded him of Lucy’s. It had been heart-wrenching.

“Hey.” Lucy’s voice on the other end jolted him out of his thoughts. “You saved her. You stopped the bad guy and you saved that girl from her worst nightmare. I’m proud of you.”

Tim let out a soft laugh. “Thanks, Lucy.”

“Of course.” She paused, then asked, “How long are you going to be gone again?”

Letting out a sigh, Tim leaned back in his seat, switching his phone to his other ear. “A couple more days. Technically I’m out here to visit a friend, but there’s also this case to help wrap up. And I want to keep an eye on Nadia until her friends come to pick her up. Apparently she knows people in the CPD who are on their way.”

“Good— I’m glad you’ll be there for her.”

That was Lucy. Always focused on someone else. But Tim could hear what she wasn’t saying, and for once he let himself say it. “I miss you.”

He could almost see her smile as she said, “I miss you, too.”

Glancing up, Tim saw a familiar, leather jacket-clad figure heading towards him. “I gotta go— Detective Peralta is back. Talk to you later?”

“Okay, I should go, too. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

As Tim hung up the phone, Detective Peralta, who was standing in front of him, wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Already at the I love you part in your relationship, huh? Very noice.”

Rolling his eyes, Tim said, “Let’s just get on with the statement, okay?”

“Yeah, I sound like Boyle. Let’s stick with I’m happy for you. Now, right this way, Sergeant.”

Tim shook his head as he followed the other man. But he couldn’t quite hold back the smile on his face.Only a few more days here. Then I’ll go home to Lucy. And that was the best thought of all.

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Day 12!! Prompt: storm

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Day 12: storm

I’m so excited to share this one-shot! It consumed my life for 2 whole days. I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was so much fun to write. I hope you’ll give it a try. It’s so much fluff🤗

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Day 11 - Prompt: miles apart

I actually loved writing this.

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two weeks of chenford 2024 day 10 - april 25th

prompt: rescue

type: one-shot ficlet

(warning: series-accurate depictions of injury to a child.)

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For You, I'd Move Mountains

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“Dad, Dad, watch me! Look, Dad!”

Tim glances up from his book and blinks, squinting into the blinding afternoon sunlight just as the small figure launches herself cannonball-style from the deck straight into the water. After a few seconds, her head resurfaces and she grabs the side of the pool again, grinning up at him with her gap-toothed smile.

He grins back and gives his daughter a proud thumbs-up. “Seeing lots of improvement there, A-team.”

Aster giggles and throws herself backwards, showing off with a reverse somersault followed by her little feet kicking wildly and proudly above the surface.

Tim chuckles and watches to make sure she resurfaces safely before returning to his book.

“Incoming!” shrieks another little voice from the porch doors, and Tim registers a neon-orange-clad, black-haired, child-sized streak barreling toward the pool to join her sister. Briar clasps her hands together and dives headfirst into the water like she’s been doing it all her life.

Which, coincidentally, she has.

On the twins’ first birthday, Lucy had enrolled them in infant swim classes after completing a truly impressive amount of research. He had been skeptical but trusted her judgment, and after only a few months of lessons he was watching his two girls as they were unceremoniously tossed one by one into a pool fully clothed, but quickly flipped themselves onto their backs, stuck their faces out of the water, and breathed normally until the instructor picked them up and handed them to their parents for hugs and praise.

And ever since then, Tim could breathe easier when the girls insisted on playing in the water, even though he never really understood the appeal. Truly, they are their mother’s children.

Speaking of . . .

“Aster!” Lucy calls, stepping out onto the deck. “Do you need to reapply?”

“No, Ma!” comes the answer.

“I got her,” Tim says, motioning to the bottle of sunblock on the table.

Lucy smiles a thanks and takes the seat to his left, kicking her feet up onto a nearby flower pot. She breathes a long sigh and leans her head back against the chair. Tim closes his book, crosses his arms, and takes in the sight of his wife next to him.

She looks stunning, as usual. Her face glows in the late summer sun, her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the bottle of beer she's sipping, and she’s wearing those jean shorts and yellow bikini top that he loves.

“I think I’ll take the girls to the beach tomorrow,” she considers. “Bri’s been begging to go.”

Tim raises his eyebrows. “If you want to swim in a glorified fish sewer tank, that’s your funeral.”

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Day 10 - Prompt: Rescue

This kinda got away from me. It started well enough but then my muse saw the prompt and tore it up. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

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Day 9 offering for Two Weeks of Chenford 2024

Prompt: Chance - @chenford-prompts

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And I want to tell you everything

The words I never got to say the first time around

@chenford-prompts Two weeks of Chenford, day #8: Time

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I've been waiting to share this fic for way too long and I am SO EXCITED. Introducing, for @chenford-prompts 2 Days of Chenford: my fic for today's prompt: Time! As is pretty typical of me, I did not take this in a normal direction. Enjoy the angst, and the first lines under the cut!

Also please enjoy this playlist, you guys helped me make it and it is a MASTERPIECE!!

“7-Adam-100, an alarm has been tripped in a residential neighborhood near your location. 447 Oakhurst Avenue.”

As Tim started to reach for the radio, Lucy said, “You know, that’s almost definitely a false alarm. We could just leave it for someone else.”

“We’re closest,” Tim pointed out. “And it’s not always a false alarm.”

“Oh, come on, Tim. More than half the time, the homeowner just accidentally tripped the alarm on their way out.”

Tim frowned at her. “Since when are you trying to get out of doing your job?”

“I’m not, I just—” she faltered, and glanced down. “I just think it’s a waste of time. Especially for a sergeant.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not your call.” Grabbing the radio, Tim clicked it on. “Show us responding.”

Replacing it, he glanced at Lucy as they took another corner, heading towards the address. She was quiet, staring out the window, but Tim could see her reflection in the glass. There were dark shadows under her eyes, and her expression was tight with frustration.

This wasn’t normal Lucy behavior. She was empathetic and kind, and she took her job seriously. Some cops would try to blow off something like this, but not her. So what was it about? Was she still upset about their argument yesterday? He’d apologized that morning, but it had to be something.

Speculating wasn’t going to do him any good. “You okay?” he asked, bringing the shop to a halt at a stop sign. 

She didn’t respond right away, not until they were moving again. “Yeah— fine.”

“Listen, if this is about what I said about Sanford—”

“It’s not. You— you weren’t wrong,” she said, glancing at him. “Going out with him was probably a one time thing. He’s not… it wouldn’t work out.”

They turned onto Oakhurst. “Okay,” Tim said. “Then what’s wrong?”

She didn’t respond. When Tim looked at her again, she was staring at the house they’d pulled up in front of, her gaze heavy with something like dread. Then she unbuckled. “I can handle this— why don’t you stay here?”

Before Tim could even formulate an answer to that absolutely ridiculous question— he was a sergeant and her superior officer and definitely not the type to be sitting around in his shop while his gofer took care of calls for him— she’d opened the door and was heading for the house. 

“Wha— Chen!” Scrambling to unbuckle his seat belt, Tim slammed the door behind him with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just stay in the shop, I got this!”

“Lucy, what’s going—”

The shatter of glass, and Tim instinctively turned towards it.

A gunshot.

And then something slammed into his upper chest, sending him toppling backwards.

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For day 7: Secrets of @chenford-prompts 2 Days of Chenford, behold the last chapter of my Chenford vigilante au!! First lines under the cut, hope y'all enjoy!

For years now, since before he’d left the force, there had been one tradition Tim had held onto. Almost every Friday, he headed to one of his favorite local places, the Collar Bar, and had drinks with Talia Bishop and Angela Lopez.

Things had changed since the tradition had unofficially begun, back when the three of them were TOs in the LAPD together. Now, Lopez was a detective, Talia a lieutenant at another station, and Tim had left the LAPD altogether— though technically speaking, he wasn’t exactly out of the law enforcement game. They’d gone through marriages and relationships and crisis after crisis together, and Tim was lucky to have the two of them as his friends.

Although, it had to be admitted, his mind wasn’t entirely on the conversation tonight.

Ever since he and Lucy had finally talked things out at the hospital… well. Tim was happier than he had been in a long time. When he’d first met her, he never would have guessed that the rookie with a soft heart but a sharp mind would end up being so important to him— would end up being able to make him smile so easily, or completely distract him just by walking into the room.

It was crazy. But it was definitely the good kind.

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Day 7 - Prompt: secrets

This is the first thing I’ve written with zero angst, 99% fluff and like 1% pining.

Hope you enjoy 💜

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Day 6 - prompt: calling

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@chenford-prompts Day 5 of 2 Weeks of Chenford: Silence!! I wrote a little ficlet for my Chenford vigilante au, set before "Not Just Pretend" sometime

One of the most important parts of Tim’s life as a vigilante was knowing when to keep quiet. Not just while following a criminal, or while staking someone out. It was more about one’s secret identity, and that of their fellow vigilantes.

There were only a small handful of people who knew about Tim’s work as Orion. Angela and Talia, as his best friends and a pair of incredible smart detectives, had figured it out incredibly fast. They’d actually given him his code name, which he’d objected to at first. Now… it had its uses.

Past that, he had a couple of contacts who knew, and his former army medic who usually patched him up with minimal judgment when he really needed it. And that was all he needed. The less people who knew, the less people there were who could be endangered.

Tim himself didn’t know the secret identity of most of his fellow vigilantes. And if he did know, he stayed silent. That was the job.

There were times, though, when he was really curious about a few of them.

But it didn’t matter. What mattered was doing his job— both as a vigilante, and running his late father’s woodworking shop— and doing it well. Whether or not he knew someone’s secret identity wasn’t important, even if it was—

“Hey, Tim? Earth to Bradford!”

Lifting his head, Tim met Lucy Chen’s inquisitive gaze. “Hi,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah— fine,” Tim said, waving a hand. “Just lost in thought.”

“I can see that,” Lucy said, looking amused. “Well, do you have enough time for your favorite customer?”

Tim scoffed. “Okay, if anyone’s my favorite customer, it’s your roommate. He’s the one who keeps ordering end tables or whatever he’s got this time.”

“New chairs for the kitchen counter,” Lucy corrected him. “Which I’m here to pick up— and honestly I’m a little offended you didn’t personally work on your favorite customer’s order.”

Arching an unimpressed brow at her, Tim said, “You got Nolan working on it. He’s the best there is. Where’s your receipt?”

Digging in her pocket and retrieving a folded slip of paper, Lucy said, “Well, I like your work.”

There was… plenty Tim could read into that sentence. Lucy Chen was something of an enigma to him. Despite his gruff attitude and his best efforts, she’d stuck around, even dropping in with coffee when she didn’t have an order to pick up. She was friends with Nolan, so it probably made sense.

At least, that was what he told himself.

Shaking his head to dislodge the errant thought, Tim reached out to accept the receipt. And then he saw it.

It was just a ring. Silver band, set with a large white stone. A moonstone. Any other time, Tim wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

Except he knew that ring.

He’d found it, out in the middle of the desert, when his partner had been kidnapped and buried alive.

Lyra. Bringer of light, both literal and figurative. Tim had never met someone so optimistic and kind as well as so blasted stubborn. She’d nearly died half a dozen times in their first year of working together, when he’d finally caved and started to show her the ropes of being a vigilante. The time when a serial killer’s protege had buried her alive had been particularly painful, for all of them.

But he remembered it, every detail. He remembered searching desperately, panic pounding against his chest. And then he spotted it— a tiny silvery gleam in the dust.

He’d never seen Lyra wear any identifying jewelry before. But he’d known, without a single doubt, that the ring was hers. That she’d left it to mark where she’d been buried, that she’d saved herself.

He remembered bringing her back to life. And he remembered returning that ring, almost a week later, after keeping it in his pocket. Every so often, Tim had reached in to touch it, to remind himself she’d made it.

At this point, he’d memorized the shape of that ring. He knew it. But that could only mean…

No way. Chen?

It made sense. Her roommate was a cop, and she had the same fire, even if she acted more easy going.

“Tim? You’re doing that weird spacey thing again.”

“Right— sorry,” Tim said, grabbing the receipt. Checking the number on it, he said, “Uh— actually, this order isn’t ready yet. Nolan’s got some finishing touches to do.”

“Oh, okay,” Lucy said, still eyeing him oddly. In a way that was so familiar, even without the mask, that Tim wondered how he’d possibly missed this. “Um— when should I come back, then?”

Was it really her? There was only one real way to find out.

A test— a Tim Test, in her words. Lyra’s words.

“Try back here on Friday,” he told her, passing back the receipt. “It should be ready then.”

Tucking it back in her pocket, Lucy shot him a smile. “Awesome. Thanks, Tim— see you then.”

Tim was already returning to the ledger he was studying when he said, “See you then, boot.”

Boot. The LAPD unofficial nickname for new rookies. And what Orion had taken to calling Lyra. She’d clearly understood it— another point on the colum of reasons it could be Lucy— and grumbled about it often enough. So it should be exactly the kind of comment that would make her realize who he was.

“See you then,” she said, heading for the door.

Or… maybe not? The bell at the door jingled as it swung closed, and Tim frowned. Was he wrong? Maybe it was just a similar ring. Maybe he’d been reading into things too much. Maybe he just liked the idea of knowing who Lyra was.

Maybe he was over thinking this. Rolling his eyes, he went back to reading the ledger.

Two minutes later, the door swung open with a crash.

“ORION? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”Hmm, Tim thought as Lucy stalked in, glaring at him in a way that couldn’t quite conceal her delight. So I was right.