#hitman fanfiction

[sunniehonniey]

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ㅤ𔘓 ˖ ࣪ Yeri is the most beautiful woman, but be careful! She's very dangerous because she's a hit man who can kill you at any moment in silence and without proof. Using a legacy sword and spider venom, the prey could momentarily lose its life. She's a nightmare for her prey and she's Kim Yeri, the beautiful hit man.

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#yeri #kim yerim #moodboard #red velvet #yeri red velvet #yeri moodboard #yeri icons #grunge #hitman fanfiction #fanfic #wording #aesthetic #chill kill #comeback

[lucas-grey]

Happy Birthday, Grumpynora!

My dear friend and loving member to the fandom, @grumpynora; I wish you all the best for your birthday 🥳 ❤️ I wish you another year full of beautiful memories, adventures and wonderful experiences. And even if life is sometimes difficult, I send you the strength you need to deal with it 🙏 I'm grateful to have met you thanks to the Hitman fandom here on Tumblr and for sharing your amazing pictures with us fans. I'm glad you exist 😘 And as a little "gift" I wrote you a short story. Pssst, you have a little cameo appearance here 🥰

A normal life

Shrouded in shadow, 47 stood barefoot and dressed only in his suit trousers at the small, barred window and looked out at the sun slowly rising in the distance. He sipped a cup filled with hot black coffee. It had been two months since the ICA and Providence had fallen under his hand. And now here he was, in a small hotel room in St Petersburg. A free man. Or was he not? After these two powerful organisations had fallen, he and his handler Diana Burnwood decided to live the life of a freelancer. The decision to do so was very much of his own free will, but was he what they call a "free man"?

A normal life. That was what his brother had wanted for himself, but above all for 47.

"And what kind of life is that?" 47 had asked on the deck of the ship they had once travelled on to Sgail to capture the Constant. Grey had smiled at him. "Well, you know. A normal life, like all humans lead. With a normal job, a girlfriend, build a house, plant a tree. That sort of thing." 47 raised an eyebrow. "Sounds exhausting," he replied. Laughing, Grey had put his hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm sure we'd hate it. But at least we'd be free, old friend."

The thought of his brother and of perhaps having disappointed him with his decision to continue with this life choked his throat. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind. 47 put the cup down and began to get dressed. The sun had risen enough by now to bathe the small hotel room in a warm orange colour. 47 chose his usual uniform of a black suit with a white shirt and a red silk tie. To match the Russian winter, he put on a black woollen coat.

As he left the hotel, he took a deep breath. The cool air filled his lungs and the feeling of a knot in his throat, which tightened the longer he thought about his brother, dissipated. He walked a few metres around the block until he reached a small park. Although it was still early in the morning, some children were already in the park, laughing and playing in the snow. Couples were walking through the morning sun, holding hands.

The snow crunched under 47's footsteps. The life he had now chosen was certainly not what his brother had imagined. Grey had wanted a life away from all the death and suffering he had faced all his life. For himself and for 47, but in the end 47 had decided in favour of a life as a killer again. It was the only thing he could do. The only thing he felt good about. Anything else was out of the question for him.

47 looked up. On the meadow in front of him, a young woman was playing with two small dogs. She threw them a ball and the two animals ran after it, their tails wagging happily. She seemed carefree, even though 47 was sure that she also had to carry her baggage. Just like him. Normal life or not.

When she noticed that 47 was looking at her, she smiled kindly. 47 automatically returned with a slight smile and continued to watch as she threw the ball again and the two dogs ran through the snow to retrieve it.

Maybe this thought wasn't so bad after all. This thought of a normal life. A life, where he would probably just walk up to this woman, start a conversation with her and invite her for a coffee. A life where he walks through the park with her and plays with her dogs. He would probably never really let go of his old life. It was his calling. What he was made for. But maybe now was the time to allow other things into his life as a free man.

For you, brother, he thought, before walking slowly up to the woman.

#hitman #hitman fandom #lucas grey #agent 47 #hitman fanfiction #hitman fandom birthday #grumpynora birthday event #I still don’t feel comfortable with writing #but I lack screenshot ideas recently 🥲

[hitmanexchange]

Welcome to Hitman Bonus Day, a flash event to celebrate February 29th in leap years by writing bonus scenes and chapters for our own Hitman fics and for each other.

Detailed schedule and rules under the cut!

Schedule

February 20 – Sign-Ups Open (00:59 UTC)

February 21 – Sign-Ups Close (23:59 UTC)

February 29 – Assignments Due & Gift Reveals (22:59 UTC)

March 2 – Creator Reveals (21:59 UTC)

General Rules

The Exchange part of the event is 18+! If you're a minor or don't want someone else to write a bonus scene/chapter for one of your Hitman fics, please participate in the Fest part of the event instead! In that case, you may also write treats for those who signed up for the exchange.

For both parts of the event, please link your written bonus scene/chapter as a related work via AO3's "related work" function.

You may participate in both parts of the event, if you're interested in writing and receiving a bonus scene/chapter for/from someone else as well as writing one for your own fics.

When writing a treat for one of the exchange participants, please honour their list of fics they want/don't want a bonus scene/chapter for, their maximum Rating, and their DNWs (Do Not Want).

Bonus Day has an anonymous period of 47 hours. Please don't do anything that could identify you as the creator of a specific work.

The Exchange

This part of the event is 18+!

Matching is on Rating. In the sign-up form, please select all ratings you're comfortable to receive as a bonus scene/chapter, as well as all ratings you'd be interested in writing.

In the optional details field, please either list those of your Hitman fics you'd want to receive bonus scenes/chapters for, or those you don't want to receive bonus scenes/chapters for. Please make it very obvious which one of these it is. You can also list your DNW (Do Not Want) in a non-judgemental way, as well as link to a letter in your own space (for example Tumblr or Dreamwidth).

When working on your assignment or writing a treat, please honour your recipient's list of fics they want/don't want a bonus scene/chapter for, their maximum Rating, and their DNWs (Do Not Want).

The minimum wordcount for the exchange is 300 words.

The Fest

Go wild, I guess?

No signing up required for this part of the event.

Bonus Day is for bonus scenes/chapters for Hitman fics only.

Please don't add unrelated works to the collection, and don't add the bonus scene/chapter as a new chapter to the existing work. Additionally to linking it via the "related work" function, you can put it in a series with your first work after the anon period is over.

If you participate in both parts of the event, please prioritise finishing the fic for your recipient over finishing your own.

#Hitman #Hitman Fandom #Hitman Fanfiction #Hitman Exchanges and Events #Hitman Bonus Day #Hitman Bonus Day 2024

[myth-blossom]

It's The Little Things

I wrote a lil something in honor of @grumpynora's birthday! You can read about young 6 and 47 breaking into a diner below.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA! 🥳🥳🥳 I'm sending you lots of love and I hope you have an amazing day like you deserve! 💗

The lock gave way easily as they broke into the diner, its only security a loose doorknob that couldn’t keep out determined wildlife, let alone two young assassins. The business was closed and the staff long since gone, providing them a quiet place to relax as they formulated a new plan to eliminate the target. 

Of all the places they normally visited, a diner was the most unusual. 6 and 47 lived a strict lifestyle that allowed them little freedom of choice, hindering their experience of locales that weren’t useful to their work. Father mostly dictated their daily routines, often sending them around the world to complete contracts for Providence before returning home and starting the murderous cycle anew. Though the Institute guards chauffeured them to and from the airport, they were allowed to work fairly unsupervised, though they were only given a limited amount of time to complete the job before returning to Romania. Father didn’t want his subjects to deviate from his grand plan, nor for them to get any troublesome ideas about rebelling.

Still, they had to improvise when the target’s plans changed, causing them to move from the office building to a neutral location where they could reevaluate their tactics. 47 stationed himself at the diner’s counter while his brother took interest in the kitchen. He used the small ray of kitchen light shining through the serving window to study their map of the city, doing his best to ignore the noise of 6 opening drawers and running water from the other side. He had just concocted a new plan when he heard the flat top grill switch on. Curious, 47 left to investigate. 

6 slapped many strips of bacon onto the grill’s hot surface, smirking proudly to himself at the resulting symphony of sizzle. He ignored his brother’s stare from the corner of his eye as he reached for a bowl of egg yolks. 

“What are you doing?” 47 asked, his tone neutral. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

47 raised his brow, but said nothing. 

“Go sit down,” 6 grinned. “Trust me.”

47 sighed lightly, but did as he was told. He returned to the old yellow spinning stool at the diner’s counter and listened to his brother work. After many interesting sounds, wonderful smells, and a few muttered expletives for entertainment, 6 was finally finished. He walked backwards through the swinging doors while carrying two large ceramic plates filled with breakfast food. 

47’s eyes widened at the chef’s offerings: five strips of bacon of varying doneness, a large mass of scrambled eggs, and two & a half pancakes (the half being the third pancake that folded in on itself while flipping). 6 waited expectantly for 47, refusing to eat his own breakfast until he saw his brother’s reaction to his food.

“Why?” was all 47 could muster. 

"Seriously, brother?” 6 sighed. 

“Yes. Father wouldn’t approve of us wasting time.” 

“47, enjoying life isn’t a waste,” he frowned. “Just try the food, I promise you’ll like it.” 

“Very well.” 

6 watched as he quietly ate from each corner of his plate, sampling a strip of bacon before eating half of the eggs and then one of the pancakes. 

“And?” 6 prompted. “What do you think?”

47 considered the plate. The bacon was chewy, the eggs a bit overcooked, and the pancake overly sweet with a hint of raw batter still in the middle. 

It was the best meal he ever had. 

They very rarely ate anything other than the protein-and-vitamin-rich meals served at the Institute. The meals served their nutritional purpose, but they were often shaped as grayish mush or patties and were very much lacking in flavor. What his brother had just served him was rather perfect, a revelation for his palate, and he was suddenly very glad that they took up a brief residence in the diner. It became another one of 6’s rebellions against their Father’s restrictions, one that 47 was very grateful to have experienced. 

“It’s…good.” 

6 grinned proudly. “I told you you’d like it.” 

They slowly ate their delicious meal as they attempted to savor each bite. They would eventually have to return to their assignment and clean the diner of any evidence of their presence. But for now they would sit together and eat, and enjoy the liberating taste of something new.

#Happy Birthday grumpynora! ❤️ #hitman #hitman fandom #agent 47 #lucas grey #hitman fanfiction #hitman fanfic #grumpynora birthday event

[cicaklah]

the most important part of the hitman fic writing process is deciding what diana is going to wear.

#hitman #hitman fanfiction #okay I worry that I have run out of things to write in hitman #but I suppose it could be worse #some people only write one fic their whole career

[diana-fortyseven]

General Audiences, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining

These weeks in the twilight zone between springtime and summer have always been his favourite, when the beach is still empty, but the alleys and streets and plazas are buzzing with life.

#Hitman #Hitman Fandom #Hitman Fanfiction #Agent 47 #Diana Burnwood #Agent 47/Diana Burnwood #Ray of Sunlight #My Fic

[writing-with-sophia]

hello!! how are you? hope you're doing well!! if requests are open, may i request a hibari headcanon? specifically a poetic s/o bombarding him with poems and affection on valentines day <33 (im a sucker for fluff xd)

Hibari Kyoya x Poetic S/O

Note: Hello anon! Thanks for requesting <3 Since you didn't specify the gender of the reader, I'll default to GN!reader.

It's been a long time since I watched Hitman Reborn, so if there are any mistakes please let me know!

Genre: fluff.

Hibari Kyoya x Poetic S/O

His first impression of you was that you were a loud and bold herbivore. You seemed unafraid of him, always appearing wherever he rested and bothering him with silly poems.

Yes, silly poems. He thinks they are like that.

Hibari doesn't care about poetry or literature, and he does not even know that today is Valentine's Day (to be honest, I'm afraid he doesn't know what Valentine's Day is).

So when you come to meet him and constantly bombard him with sweet and cheesy love poems, Hibari thinks you are trying to provoke him. And he will see it as a challenge.

At least until Kusakabe explains what Valentine's Day is to him.

"Love? Huh, how boring."

"But... Not bad."

Hibari was born into a traditional Japanese family and was educated in the best, including a taste for literature. He's just not interested in them, not ignorant of them.

Then, he forgives you, lets you go, and warns you not to bother him again.

After that day, you realized that Hibari seemed to pay more attention to you. Although you couldn't tell if that attention was good or bad, perhaps it will be a good start to your pursuit of him.

Good luck.

#creative writing #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #writer things #anime headcanons #writers #writersociety #authors #hitman fanfiction #hitman reborn #khr x reader #hibari kyoya #khr hibari #khr fanfic #katekyo hitman reborn #one shot #poetic

[r-kaye]

Tobias Rieper, PI

Los Angeles may be called the city of angels, but Tobias was certain that there were no angels left hanging around. Everywhere he looked there was misery and tragedy; people losing their jobs, spouses cheating on their partners, mafiosi making people disappear. Any God that had been in LA seemed to have damned them long ago, taking off with the angels, likely.

That Thursday night was no different. He had walked down the street, watching children beg and men back from the war fight as he tried to find the address Olivia had scrawled on the corner of his newspaper that morning. He was supposed to meet a man named Smith about a problem he was having, which Tobias hoped was just another cheating wife. Those types of cases were a pain in his ass, but money was tight. A few pictures may well keep Olivia and him at least sheltered for another week. The back rent on the office was getting awful high, and he just couldn’t let the damn thing go.

So Tobias stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept walking, skipping around the cracks and debris on the sidewalk as he scanned the house numbers in the low light of the few street lamps that were actually lit. He was unfamiliar with the neighborhood, and he was sure that he had already made several wrong turns. Before long, he was wandering aimlessly down a poorly lit alley, checking each doorway as he somehow made his way closer to the address Mister Smith had left for him. 

The meeting spot turned out to be a vacant lot at the very end of the street, butted up against a derelict factory that dead ended the road. Tobias’ skin prickled despite the relatively warm September evening, his gun hanging heavily in its holster against his chest; he’d have reversed his stride and skipped back across town to the office if “Mister Smith” hadn’t been standing at the curb lighting a cigarette. He and Mister Smith were well acquainted, if one would consider them such, enough so that a cigarette case was tossed Tobias’s way.

“Viktor, I told you I don’t want to do that kind of work for you,” he said, accepting the cigarette being offered to him. He pulled his own lighter out to light the cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a sigh as he tossed the case back to its owner.

Viktor Novikov smiled widely at him in the flickering streetlight. He shrugged and pocketed his cigarette case.

“Can’t blame a man for trying. What if you’d changed your mind?” he drawled, inhaling and exhaling a drag of his cigarette before gesturing wildly with his smoking hand. “It seems like you may be in a position to accept my offer. My condolences, by the way. It must be very difficult, losing your partner.”

Tobias bristled at the comment, the urge to do something incredibly rash rising higher and higher in his stomach. Viktor rolled his eyes, raising both hands in a pseudo-apology. 

“I’m sorry; that was incredibly rude of me. I know Grey meant a great deal to you, saving you in the war. And now the possibility of losing the business you built together… I am in need of a service, and I am more than willing to pay you more than enough to keep yourself and… what is her name… Miss Hall, that’s it… comfortable and taken care of. What do you say?”

Tobias didn’t care for his cavalier tone of voice, nor the fact that he had brought Lucas and Olivia into the conversation. He took one more drag from the cigarette, relishing the taste one last time (cigarettes hadn’t made the budget this week) as he regrettably flicked the half burned paper down.

“I say that I told you I’m not a bodyguard. I’m not sneaking and following your wife around because you pissed off some politician or don or another.” He stepped on the cigarette and kicked it off the curb into the street, watching Viktor’s smile fade into a deep frown. “If you’re worried about her safety, hire an actual bodyguard. I’m a detective.”

Tobias turned on his heel, resting his hand on his gun as he began his retreat. Viktor scoffed as he walked away, calling after him, “Everything will catch up to you eventually, Rieper. It has already caught up to Grey.”

Before he could turn around to rebut, Viktor disappeared into the shadows, leaving Tobias alone on the sidewalk pondering his parting words.

He didn’t have long to ponder before a shadow stepped from the alley and connected a fist to his jaw. He reeled back, nearly falling into the street as his feet stumbled to steady himself on the edge of the curb.

#hitman fanfiction #hitman #agent 47 #viktor novikov #wip wednesday #wip excerpt #first wip wednesday in 10? months #this has been sitting in my drafts for almost that long

[cajunandfire]

Happy Sapienzanniversary!

While I'm not able to write something new because I'm on a jam packed vacation, I wanted to still celebrate my love of this wonderful map! It's one of my favourites and it's been the setting of three previous fics of mine:

In Vino Veritas (Sapienzanniversary 2023)

The Agent (and The Handler)

Non posso vivere senza di te

Please also check out the Sapienzanniversary 2024 flash fest to see some fab works for this year!

#Ratings range from T to M #diana/47 #diana x 47 #Sapienzanniversary #Sapienzanniversary 2024 #hitman #hitman fanfiction #hitman fandom

[issytheamateurnerd]

Do you think Diana enjoyed or had a good laugh when 47 turned 47 years old? Or like did she not care?

#guess who's back to thinking about Hitman #hitman #hitman fandom #agent 47 #diana burnwood #hitman fanfiction #diana/47

[peridotglimmer]

@diana-fortyseven I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF

You have successfully bullied me into writing this goddamn fic.

*dumps angst on your front porch*

Rated T. Angst & religious imagery and guilt.

#belle writes #belle yells at her friends #hitman fanfiction #diana/47 #agent 47/diana burnwood #hitman

[horangislittletiger99]

Im sad there is no romaceible agent 47 character.ai chat bots

All of them are just regular chats and no romance rps

Can someone please help

Thanks in advance

#agent 47 x reader #agent 47 #hitman fandom #hitman: agent 47 #hitman fanfiction #Agent 47 appreciation tag

[hitmanexchange]

The works are revealed!

Thank you so much for participating. Now it's time to read the fics!

The collection stays open for additional prompt fills until author reveal on April 21st!

#Hitman #Hitman Fandom #Hitman Fanfiction #Hitman Exchanges and Events #Hitman Egg Hunt #Hitman Egg Hunt 2024

[myth-blossom]

Great Expectations

I’ve wanted to write this story ever since I saw this prompt from the Hitman Prompt Generator. It seems fitting to post it now on the anniversary weekend of Hitman Freelancer :)

You can check it out at the link below! <3

Fandom: Hitman (Video Games)

Relationship: Agent 47/Diana Burnwood

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

47 has a question for Diana.

#Hitman #hitman freelancer #hitman fanfiction #agent 47/diana burnwood #diana/47 #hitman fandom

[cicaklah]

Tumblr recommended me two of your posts talking about Hitman fanfiction with literally only 6 posts inbetween, which it never does, so i think i have to follow you now. looking forward to said Hitman fanfiction

Good news! I have written so much hitman fan fiction already! You can read 19 full stories and 39 ficlets here on the AO3

#hitman #hitman fanfiction #welcome to the thirsty thirteen!

[diana-fortyseven]

Guess the Fic 2023 Edition!

We played this two years ago, I think, and the end of the year is the perfect opportunity to play it again.

Pick one fic you wrote in 2023 and share your word cloud without saying which fic it was.

I used this tool here again to create my word cloud.

Sorry (not sorry) for the NSFW word cloud, I wrote some smut this year.

Here are my fics, if you want to guess which one this is. :D

#Hitman Fandom #Hitman Fanfiction #Agent 47 #Diana Burnwood #Agent 47/Diana Burnwood #Fanfiction #Fanfiction Game #Fanfiction Word Cloud #Fanfiction Word Cloud Game