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It was an absurdly cold day in the MI6 building. You looked away from furiously typing at your laptop and sighed. You glanced over at the empty seat near you. Where exactly was the super genius prodigy for you to whine about the cold to? You swiveled around in your chair a bit more as you took in your surrounding. Actually...where was everyone? Even Agent 007 hadn't passed by for your usual witty banter. You looked around suspiciously before you remembered what it was that had disrupted you from your work in the first place. You rubbed your shoulders slightly as you looked once more at Q's vacant seat with his signature mug, empty of its con

It was funny, really, how much significance this little watch had. Everyone had one—everyone was born with one. They came in a variety of shapes and colours and patterns; no two watches were the same. Specific to each person’s interests and tastes, you could see what kind of a person someone was simply by glancing at the little timekeeping device wrapped around their wrist. Bright colours and smiley faces were obviously the mark of a cheerful person, while darker colours and more obscure patterns depicted a person with a bit more mystery to them. It really all depended. And there were legends that surrounded these watches, oh y

Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader) Congratulations ~Merps562 (https://www.deviantart.com/merps562) you’ve won the part as readers best friend! Any who, lets continue on shall we? . . . “If there’s a next time....listen to me.” “Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again. “Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious

It was another day at Luciano's place where you were quite bored. Luciano was out running some "errands" while you were stuck here with no form of entertainment. So you decided that if you weren't provided with entertainment, you were going to get your own... by any form means necessary. ......... The dark haired Italian was dreading to come home. He was worried. Yes worried and he had a good reason. The reason? You. Last time he had left you alone, the house was a disaster. Luciano felt a chill go down his spine thinking back on it. He still has no idea how you somehow manage to repair everything you broke and make it where it almost seem

It was an absurdly cold day in the MI6 building. You looked away from furiously typing at your laptop and sighed. You glanced over at the empty seat near you. Where exactly was the super genius prodigy for you to whine about the cold to? You swiveled around in your chair a bit more as you took in your surrounding. Actually...where was everyone? Even Agent 007 hadn't passed by for your usual witty banter. You looked around suspiciously before you remembered what it was that had disrupted you from your work in the first place. You rubbed your shoulders slightly as you looked once more at Q's vacant seat with his signature mug, empty of its con

“Sorry… I won’t be giving you my heart this year, but I do have another throbbing organ you might be interested in…” You pressed your palms to the soft grass, and leaned your shoulders back. Craning your head up, you gazed at the clouded gray skies. Sitting atop this hidden cliff felt like your escape. You could watch the blue ocean water down below, or look upwards to the foggy cement-colored sky. If felt like your world was reversed. Above should be blue, while the paved ground below should be gray. But not here.   The island you’ve resided on your whole life was completely isolated from the rest of t