never trust a thief

Cost of Freedom (20/52)

In which the Tokyo police department get the reports from Solitary. Prison!AU

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Tokyo MPD - 3.54 pm


“They took their time sending it over,” Aoko’s father says when she returns to division two. She, Hakuba and Ran had left for lunch after Ran’s stomach had started to growl, and after deciding on tempura, they’d left the busy police station behind. “But here are the reports from solitary. I printed copies for you.”

Her father doesn’t hand them to her, but rather to Hakuba and while it irritates Aoko that he’s trusting the teenager who dragged Kaito away over her, she doesn’t say anything.

Maybe because she knows it useless. It’s not like her father thinks she can find KID - she’d not known even when she’d been standing next to him.

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Of Lunches and Thieves, a how to train your dragon fanfic | FanFiction
Hiccup takes Astrid out to lunch one day, where he gets fries, and Astrid becomes a thief. Modern AU. Hiccstrid. One-shot.

“Hmm… I’ll take, uh.. I’ll take the number three combo.”

“Would you like fries with that?”

“Yes. I believe so.” Hiccup rubbed his scratchy chin, and looked over at Astrid who stood beside him in the restaurant, waiting to recite her own order. The blonde noticed Hiccup’s smile, and gave a smirk in return. Her hand unconsciously went over to Hiccup’s, and they both gripped each other.

Hiccup’s following thoughts were interrupted by the next question of the waiter. “And you, ma'am, what would you like?” he asked Astrid.

Astrid’s blue eyes gleamed as she stepped up. “I’ll take the same thing.”

“All right… we’ll be with you shortly.” The man gave them their paper receipt, and walked off to share the couple’s order with the cooks.

Hiccup pulled Astrid away from the counter, heading over to the side of the room. “Come on,” he grinned, “we can still get a window seat if we hurry!”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, Hiccup, you’re such a kid.”

“And you love me for it.”

“I guess I do,” Astrid laughed, getting closer to the empty window seat that Hiccup was headed for. “Why else would I have married you?” The two arrived at the window, where a tall black table with two long chairs and a vase of flowers awaited them. They quickly took their seats, and Astrid drummed her fingers on the table in impatience a minute later. She wished that getting their meals wouldn’t take as long as it had to.

Hiccup gave her a teasing smile. “Who’s hungry now, huh?”

Astrid resisted the urge to punch him, and sat back in her chair. “I’m not! After all, it was your idea to spend lunch at a fast food restaurant, not mine.” When Hiccup raised his brow, she couldn’t help but reveal a smile. “Okay, okay, maybe I am a little hungry.”

Hiccup, ready to make fun of Astrid some more, was then interrupted when a waiter behind the counter yelled, “Number 18!” above the lunch ruckus. Hiccup looked down at his receipt, and nodded. “That’s us… I’ll be right back.” He stood up from his chair, and with a wave goodbye to Astrid, he walked off.

A minute later, when he returned with their meals and drinks, Astrid’s stomach was grumbling. She covered it up with a few simple words. “It smells good!”

Hiccup nodded, sitting down. “It does… here.” He handed her her bag with a charming smile. “Your lunch, milady.”

Astrid responded with a muted grumble, and opened up her bag. She sighed a moment after looking at it, shaking her head. “Hiccup, they forgot my straw.”

“Never fear, milady!” Hiccup grinned, standing up. “I’ll go and get you one.”

“My hero,” Astrid chuckled, amused with his eagerness. Hiccup, once he had bowed, walked off. And as he grabbed a straw for her near the counter, she smiled and ducked her hand into Hiccup’s meal bag. She plucked out a handful fries, and instantly started to munch on them. Payback for his teasing had arrived.

Hiccup returned to the table, a straw gripped in his left hand. “Here you are, Astrid.” He stuck it in her coke, and then sat down himself. Astrid crunched on a few more fries, her eyes sparkling with humor. Hiccup took out his meal products from his bag, and then paused after setting them down. “Huh. I think the cooks skimped on fries in my meal.”

“Oh?” Astrid ate another fry from her hand. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup didn’t seem to notice Astrid’s munching, and stood up. “I think I’ll go and ask them… sorry, I’ll be right back.” And then he was off, scratching the back of his head with confusion as Astrid ate his fries.

While he was gone, Astrid helped herself to some more once she finished the previous share. A few minutes later, when Hiccup returned, he looked flustered. “The cooks said they gave me the right amount… it’s weird, though, because- hey!” He grabbed his fry pack, eyes darting about with alarm. “There’s even less than before!”

Astrid stifled a laugh. “Really?”

Crunch.

Hiccup swerved in her direction. “Astrid? What are you eating?”

“My own fries.” She bit down on another fry, smiling. “What? I was hungry, so I didn’t feel like waiting for you. There’s no crime in that, is there?”

Hiccup eyed her suspiciously, and suddenly grabbed her own meal bag. He brought out her fry packet from inside; it was untouched. Hiccup raised his brow at Astrid, already knowing what the woman had done. “Astrid… have you been stealing my fries?”

“No.” Crunch.

“Astrid…” Hiccup set down her fry pack, and sat at his own seat. “I know you’ve been doing it.”

Astrid cast him an innocent look. “Who? Me? No, I would never. I guess the cooks just gave me more fries than they gave you.”

“Then how do you explain the missing fries now?” Hiccup asked, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’ve been the only one here while I’ve been gone! It just makes sense that you… you know, would’ve been the one to have stolen them.”

Astrid sighed. She couldn’t keep the act up forever. “Fine, fine… but I only took two.”

Hiccup crossed his arms. “Astrid-”

“…handfuls…” Crunch. Astrid smiled, giving a small shrug as she swallowed. “I was just hungry, so I decided to eat your fries.”

“Then why didn’t you eat your own?” Hiccup pointed out. “After all, they’re your fries. Not mine. Yours.”

“I know!” Astrid chirped. “But eating yours tastes so much better.” She demonstrated by consuming another one of his fries, exaggerating on how good it tasted. “See? The grass is always greener on the other side. The fries are always more delicious if you steal them from your husband.”

Hiccup couldn’t hold back a grin. “Is that right?”

“Yep.” Crunch.

“Okay… well you won’t mind if I eat yours, then!” Hiccup smiled, and grabbed her own pack of fries. He put a few in his mouth, making sure Astrid saw, and swallowed. His green eyes seemed to be laughing at her shocked expression. “Wow! They are so much better when you steal them!”

“What? No!” Astrid made an attempt to grab her fries back, but Hiccup raised it above her reach.

“Who’s stealing now?” he teased.

“Hiccup Haddock, if you don’t give me back my fries right now, I swear I will-” She stopped herself as Hiccup leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She pulled away a second later, both angry and bewildered. “What was that for?!”

Looking sheepish, Hiccup studied her with a smile. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Oh, haha…” Astrid snatched his fry pack away from in front of him, raising her chin. “There. Now we’re both equal.” She angrily stuffed some in her mouth.

“There. Right there… I told you!” Hiccup chuckled, rubbing his chin. “You are cute when you’re mad.”

Astrid shot him a furious look. “Hiccup-”

Hiccup leaned in and kissed her again, this time on the cheek. Astrid rolled her eyes at his playfulness, but found herself amused. Hiccup, pulling away slightly, looked up at her. “See? There’s that smile that I love so much.”

Trying not to blush, Astrid smirked back. “And there’s that childish personality that never goes away.”

“Hey! I pride myself on being fun.” Hiccup grinned, and leaned back. “Who knew that in taking you out to lunch, you’d turn out to be a thief- and a fry thief, above all things?”

“I’m not the only thief here, Hiccup,” Astrid reminded, raising an eyebrow. “You took my fries too.”

“Yeah, but you started it.”

Astrid raised her brow. “Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Are we really having this conversation?”

Hiccup smiled. “I guess we are!” A few seconds later, though, his amused expression softened, and he reached over to pat her hand. “But somehow, with you, it doesn’t seem all that bad.” He paused. “I love you, Astrid. No matter how much of a thief you are, I still love you.”

Rubbing her nose, Astrid grinned back. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time you get a meal.”

“Oh, sure, that would be great,” Hiccup joked. “But next time, I’ll be sure to take my meal with me, if I leave the table at all.” At Astrid’s feigning-shock expression, he chuckled. “Yes, I’d stoop to doing that, milady. There’s no one who can prevent me from doing otherwise.”

“Except me.” Astrid reached out, grabbed Hiccup’s burger, and brought it up to her chest. She smiled. “So much for plans!”

Hiccup’s brow shot up in surprise. “Astrid!”

“You’re right.” She nodded in approval, taking the wrapper off the burger. “I am a thief.” A few seconds later, once the wrapper was off, she bit down on the burger with a giant smile. “Mmm… tastes good. Probably much better than mine would.”

Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s meal bag, and clutched it protectively. “Fine, then! I’ll have your meal, and you can have mine.” He grinned. “It’s good that we both got the same thing, right?”

Astrid munched down on Hiccup’s burger. “Right. Okay, it’s a deal… except, I still get to have one of my fries. You know, from my own carton.” When Hiccup didn’t hand it over, she sighed. “Come on, just one fry. I want to see how they taste.”

Looking hesitant, Hiccup nodded. “Okay.” He slowly gave her the fry pack, and waited for her to pick her piece and then hand it back.

But Astrid grinned, and shook her head. “Sucker.” She dumped the fries into Hiccup’s old carton that she was holding, merging them all into one. “You should never have trusted me: I’m Astrid Hofferson, The World Renowned Fry Thief!”

Hiccup threw up his hands in exasperation, letting Astrid’s meal bag fall onto his lap. “Really, Astrid? Really?”

Laughing, she shook her head as she placed the fry pack pack on the table. “I’m just joking around, Hiccup. We can both share them.” She gestured over to the packet. “Go on, have one. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Hiccup, suspicious of Astrid’s motives, reached out to grab a fry. The woman watched with a smile as he tentatively picked one out and then snaked his arm back. He dropped the fry in his mouth, and chewed. When Astrid didn’t do anything, he swallowed, looking curious. “So, you actually let me have one?”

Astrid nodded. “Of course.” She grinned. “Now, ready to actually eat in peace?”

Relieved, Hiccup licked his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

Rolling her eyes, Astrid bit down on Hiccup’s burger. “Bon Appetite!”

And smiling, Hiccup followed her lead.

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A cute little one shot I posted on FanFiction :D. Lemme know what you think! :)

there’s a real divergence in conspiracy of kings, since we stop seeing inside eugenides’ mind just as he’s at his most asshole-ish. so we have to either accept that gen’s kingship changed him, or blindly trust that gen will come through, like he has in the past. and, of course, trusting him works out pretty well, as it always does. but i find it so interesting to see the difference between readers who trust gen will come through and readers who accept him as a changed man, now disloyal to his friend

TITLE: Don’t Keep your Heart in your Pocket

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Nineteen

AUTHOR: iwasthefirstavenger

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a pickpocket who lives on the streets, and one day when you try to pickpocket, someone, you later find out that person was an agent of shield. Fury is impressed with your skills. He makes a deal with you that he’ll give you a place to live, a job, etc, but only if you can steal Loki’s plans. 

RATING: teen and up

NOTES: A few things. -This took forever and I apologise. The last few weeks of my semester were emotional and educational hell. -One more chapter. I may write an epilogue, but only if you beg. -I made up the moon story, I’m sure it bears no resemblance to any Norse story that exists. -Thank you to all the lovely people who have stuck with me, even when my submissions have been slow and somewhat erratic. You guys are the reason I tumblr.

“Well. At least we’re finally in a place where you feel you can be honest with me.”

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A/N: A bajillion thanks to @the-savior-and-the-pirate for making me an awesome banner which gives everyone an idea of Ellie in their minds now! Just as many thanks to @ravenclawpianist for beta’ing this for me!

And thanks to everyone who has messaged me about this, liked this, reblogged this on tumblr adding their own tags, and everyone on AO3 and FF.Net. You guys are really amazing. 

Summary: After a tragic car accident took the lives of Liam and Elsa Jones, Killian found himself the heir to their family home, their business and their only child. Despite two large holes in his heart, he thinks he finally has things under control after a year of struggle and grief. In walks Emma Swan gradually filling both holes in the most unexpected way.

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She’s wrestling awake beside him, and it’s only a few hours since they’ve gone to bed. He knows her anxious reaction to anything too ‘involved’ is getting the best of her, even in her sleeping state.

Part of him wonders if it would have been better to let her leave; for her sake of course. He’s reveling in the feel of her in his arms, in his bed.

(In his life)

“Emma?”

“Sorry.” She mutters, turning deeper into his embrace to smother the exasperated exhale she releases. “This is new. I usually sleep alone, in my bed.”

“S’that what you want right now? Your bed?”

“No.” She huffs. “I’m glad I stayed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She whispers “I just…I’m not use to being like this. I feel…vulnerable.” She pulls back, lifting her head to watch his reaction, and he stays as neutral as he can.

“Would it, maybe, make it better if I told you something to make me vulnerable too?”

A second ticks by as her eyes widen, that same ‘I’m-not-worth-your-effort’ look appears in her eyes and he wants to find a way to stamp it out for good.

“You’d do that?”

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