#hitman fandom birthday

[lucas-grey]

Happy belated birthday @cajunandfire 🥳 I hope you had a nice spa day! 47 and Diana also spend a day without any clothes on. Maybe in a sauna. Maybe somewhere else. Who knows 🤷‍♀️ As long as everyone had fun 😁

[issytheamateurnerd]

Happy Birthday, Issy!! 🥳🎂

Thank you! ❤️😊

[cajunandfire]

Happy Birthday @diana-fortyseven!

Where would our little fandom be without you? I am so grateful for all of your Hitman passion projects, from the prompt generators to the fic exchanges. You are the glue that keeps us together ❤️

I hope you enjoy your day, and this little fluffy ficlet!

[postalninja]

Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Hitman (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Agent 47/Diana Burnwood Characters: Agent 47 (Hitman), Diana Burnwood, Ensemble Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2021, Whump, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mission Gone Wrong, Minor Injuries, Guilt, Secrets, Hallucinations, Taunting, Torture, Cattle Prod Torture, Kissing the Pain Away, Betrayal, Bruises, Bio-Weapons, (fictional) Lethal Virus, Revenge, Drowning, Loneliness, Remorse, Regret, this fic is like a box of angst chocolates Series: Part 1 of Angst Bunnies (and Hurt/Comfort Bunnies) Summary:

31 angsty one-shots for Whumptober 2021.

Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood find themselves in dire situations and are confronted with their greatest fears, but worry not, there's usually an element of comfort waiting for them. Index with prompts used for each one-shot is linked in the notes at the beginning of this work!

[ellenchain]

Happy birthday @grumpynora 🥰♥️

(47 made sure to get you some flowers! Not poisoned, no explosives - just cute flowers! And wishing you a great day 🎁🎉)

[pekoeboo]

some more 47 sketches. working with a bit of a younger version of him for a vague idea I have in mind that I probably won't post about. mostly just kinda trying to figure out how to translate his design into my own style here tbh :'0

please do not repost. also on deviantart

[hitmanexchange]

Welcome to the fourth annual Agent 47 Birthday Event, an event to celebrate Agent 47's birthday on September 5th!

If you'd like to create something (anything!) for 47's birthday, you're very much welcome to add it to this collection.

All works will be hidden for now, and will be revealed on September 5 for 47's birthday.

For this event there's no anonymous period, all authors will be public immediately upon work reveal.

If you don't want to post fanart to AO3, you can alternatively use the tag "Agent 47 Birthday Event 2024" when you post it to Tumblr on September 5 to have your fanart reblogged from this blog.

Yes, there is a Diana Burnwood Birthday Event 2024 as well!

You can find all past Birthday Event fics here!

Please read and follow the rules.

[myth-blossom]

All That Matters

I wrote a lil fic for 47’s birthday! You can check it out at the link below 😊 Be sure to check out more 47 birthday fics here!

Happy birthday to the best clone boi!!! ❤️

Fandom: Hitman (Video Games)

Relationship: Agent 47/Diana Burnwood

Rating: Mature

Summary:

When 47 gets injured, Diana cancels their vacation to take care of him. He feels guilty for ruining their plans.

[diana-fortyseven]

[suzushirosuzuna13]

Happy birthday to 47!!!

お誕生日おめでとう47！！！

日本時間で9/5になりました！おめでとう！It's now 9/5 Japan time. Congratulations！

60歳ということで、日本だと「還暦」と呼ばれてお祝いに赤いちゃんちゃんこを着ます。

(「ちゃんちゃんこ」とは？…子供用の袖なしの羽織りのことです。

なぜ「赤」？…赤には魔除けの意味があります。

「還暦」って？…還暦は年齢が一周回って、赤ちゃんに戻ること。なので満60歳を迎える方に赤色のちゃんちゃんこが贈られます。

日本では定番の贈り物です。)

なので47にも着ていただきました。

君、本当に何着ても似合うなあ。

As he is 60 years old, in Japan it is called "kanreki" and people wear red chanchanko to celebrate.

(What is a "chanchanko"? ...It is a sleeveless cloak for children.

Why "red"? ...Red has a meaning to ward off evil.

What is "kanreki"? ...KANREKI means that age has come full circle and you are back to being a baby. Therefore, a red chanchanko is given to those who reach the age of 60.

This is a standard gift in Japan.)

So I asked 47 to wear it as well.

You really look good in anything you wear.

そしてダイアナ/47verも忘れずに。

And don't forget Diana/47ver.

60歳の一年があなたにとって素晴らしい年になりますように。

[magentasteam]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @diana-fortyseven!!!! Hope you and Snalbert had a fucking dance party and ate some oats while playing Sniper Elite. ❤️❤️❤️

[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.

[issytheamateurnerd]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! <3

Thank you! 😊❤️

[cajunandfire]

Happy Birthday @issytheamateurnerd ! Wishing you all the best. I hope you enjoy your day along with this little digital birthday card featuring your favourite little assassin family! 🎉

[postalninja]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hitman (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Agent 47 (Hitman), Otto Wolfgang Ort-Meyer Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Amnesia, Captivity, Medical Experimentation, Mad Scientists, Psychological Horror, Psychological Torture, Satu Mare Asylum, Spook Me Ficathon, Special Effect Fic, Custom Work Skin Series: Part 20 of Angst Bunnies (and Hurt/Comfort Bunnies), Part 2 of Challenge Bunnies, Part 4 of Special Effect Bunnies, Part 2 of Satu Mare Asylum Summary:

Agent 47 wakes up in a strange room. He doesn't remember anything.

✨Special Effect Fic✨

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Timothy 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Timothy David Olyphant

May 20,1968

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

20 Maggio 1968