#imf mission impossible

[prismuffin]

Hi, I hope your day/night is going well! I was wondering if you could do a mission impossible one-shot if Ethan Hunt and his troublemaker son? Like Ethan is taking a break from missions for a little while, so he thinks it’s time to finally connect with his kid, but his son just got out of school early from a fight or something. Idk, I’m not the best at wording, but I hope this is clear enough :)) love your works to death btw ❤️

A/n: YESS M:I REQUESTS ZJEHDHDJ- I hope you enjoy this fic man you guys have some awesome ideas also THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m glad you like my writinggg!! Sorry it took a minute it was the holidays-

"Talk to me."

Dad!Ethan Hunt x Son!Reader

( summary: Ethan decides to take a break from missions and come home only to find you coming home early from school with a black eye )

warning?: mentions of fighting/injury, tears/crying, readers either in middle school or high-school you pick!

!-!more under the cut!-!

It doesn't take a genius to know that Ethan Hunt of the IMF is an overworked man. Even he knows it, and though he loves his job and his team sometimes he can't help but wonder what effect his absence is having on his son. It's been something that's been crossing his minds in between missions even though there isn't much downtime between them. The team, *cough* Luther *cough* noticed that something was on his mind and asked him about it. Luther eventually told Brandt and Brandt got some down time for Ethan. Two weeks, that’s how long Ethan had off and though he’d usually hate any down time, this time he was just looking forward to reconnecting with his son.

Walking through the door of his house that he barely occupied, he set his bags down by the door and placed his jacket on the coat rack. It was around 11am on a Wednesday so he didn’t call out for you right away, he knew you’d be in school which was great for him since he wanted to surprise you. While walking into the living room he noticed a small mess on one of the couches and when he went to throw it away he noticed the dishes piled up. Sighing, he rolled up his sleeves, it was time for some domestic house work.

It was maybe an hour later and Ethan was almost done with cleaning up his house. He was fluffing up the couches throw pillows when the jingle of keys in the front door snapped him out of his tranquil space. His eyebrows creased as he wondered who could've been unlocking his door. It could be you but one glance at the clock had told him that you were supposed to be in school so it couldn't be. But while in his thoughts you revealed yourself, opening your door, you huffed and slammed it closed, your backpack dropping off of your shoulders as you slid to the ground with it. A sigh escaped you as you put your head in your arms, not even noticing your fathers presence until the creek of a floorboard had alerted you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the face of you father, someone you had lost hope on seeing practically ever again. He stood with his arms crossed, his eyebrows still furrowed as he looked at you on the ground before glancing to the clock, his tongue pushed his lips from inside his mouth as he chose his next words. "Half day?" You shot up, it was as if hearing his voice made it all real for you, he was really here in the flesh, it wasn't some sick prank your mind was playing on you. Part of you wanted to run over and hug him but another part of you didn't know how he'd react or even if he wanted you to. Your arms laid strictly at your sides and your eyes casted downwards as if not looking at him would pause the world and give you time to think. "No..." you responded to his earlier question. It was now that he realized the black eye that was beginning to form on your face along with some stray cuts and bruises littering your arms and fists. In his head he deduced all possibilities of what could have happened and it was exactly what he feared, being away from you for so long did have an effect on you.

He took a step closer which made your eyes shoot back to his face. His eyes switched to a concerned look as he just opened his arms to you, hoping you'd come to him. You glanced away for a second and cautiously took a step forward before practically tumbling into his arms. He caught you rather easily and his hug only tightened when he'd felt your shoulders bob up and down. He rubbed your back soothingly as a sob escaped your lips, it was easy to tell that you were crying even though you were desperately trying to cover it up. Part of you wondered if you could stay in this hug forever just so he wouldn't have to see your crying face.

"Talk to me."

You sniffled as you thought about what to even say to your father. You'd thought about a moment where you'd get to see him again and you always thought it'd be a hostage situation not him just randomly being home one day. "Come on y/n," Your father had pulled back from the hug as you reluctantly loosened your grip on him, though his hands were still on your shoulders. "Those bruises didn't come from nowhere, did someone hurt you? Are you being bullied? Were you jumped?" With every shake of the head a new suggestion would leave your fathers mouth and you eventually just cut him off. "I was...fighting...in school." You looked down and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. "Fighting? Why were you being threatened-" "No! I just-" You shut your eyes tightly as you balled up your fist. "It's ok let's just calm down." Your father rubbed your shoulders to calm you from the short outburst. "Just take it from the top and tell me what happened."

You sniffled and slowly opened your eyes, your fists unbaling at the same speed. "There was...some kid at school who really gets on my nerves and he," you sighed, it was a little embarrassing to be admitting this but you know your father is the last person who would judge you. "he kept talking about you." "Me?" It'd slipped out before Ethan could catch himself but luckily you just nodded instead of clamming back up. "He kept teasing me about you not being around and he kept saying that you were some deadbeat that actually just left me alone and," you stammered out of anger as you searched around for nothing in particular. "I just couldn't take it anymore! But I couldn't say anything because it's true that you're never really here!" A frown etched its way into Ethans features as those words left your mouth, the tears that you'd wiped away had come back in full force. "So I just punched him, I didn't realize I did until he was swinging back and it just...went from there." You shrugged aggressively and tried not to blink so that more tears wouldn't come out.

"Y/n.." hearing your fathers voice saying your name so sad didn't really help you much and so the flood of tears released with a sob. "c'mere," your father pulled your shoulders in to initiate yet another hug, your head rested on him for support as you continued crying. "I'm sorry, I really am." Ethan's eyes glossed over, he had never intentionally meant to cause you this much sadness or pain. "I'm sorry that I'm never around, that I'm not here for you." His voice cracked and in turn you cried more, though now your sobs had turned silent. "I know I'm not the best father," he pulled back from the hug to look you in the eye, "but I at least want to be a good one." He nodded at the small smile that'd graced your face after he said that. "You're not a bad one.." you mumbled which caused him to chuckle, his tears spilling for a second. He wiped them away and sniffled, the two of you wore matching smiles and you put hands behind your back. "How about we go out for lunch?" Your dad suggested, "Just us two, Ethan and Y/n Hunt going out for lunch! Come on," He patted your back twice, "I'll even let you pick the place, sound good?" You nodded, content with where the heavy conversation left off. "Sounds great dad..."

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Masterlist

[sdrose93]

Happy birthday, Ethan! 🥳❤

[helyiios]

team hunt + ilsa tweets p1

[princesssarcastia]

the fact that ethan, benji, and luther are into it doesn't change the fact that the IMF's choice is just a suicide squad for humanists. "you could die in prison or be hunted down like an animal...or you could come do some dangerous wet-work for this american intelligence agency!" very coercive. very predatory. i wouldn't quite call it sinister, but it's something close.

[incorrect-missionimpossible]

Benji, to Ethan: The path to inner peace starts with four words Benji: Not my fucking problem

[fandomnerd9602]

Paris locks Ethan and Y/N in the alleyway…

Ethan: we are going to die

Y/N: if it’s at her hands, it’s a worthy death

Ethan: you are such a simp

Y/N: that’s calling the kettle black. What about you and that Grace girl!

Y/N turns to Paris…

Y/N: hey gorgeous what do you say to a little walk around Venice with me?

Paris actually blushes and smiles…

Paris: sounds lovey actually

She unlocks the gate. Her and Y/N walk out together…

Ethan: am I really being a simp?

[doodlerdoodle]

The IMF team in Venice

Bonus:

[nectarine-neuroticism]

having fun working on a commission for arturo. he wanted one of his ocs (angel, left) included in the commission, and another oc (paulina, right) that we brainstormed together for the sake of this fic.

i decided to let my computer charge a bit after writing for a while, so i decided to make picrews of the ocs (couldn't resist with makowka, long time fave tbh) just to help make the visualizations of them "tangible."

then i decided to make the rest of the mcs as picrews lol. take this as you will.

anyways,,, enjoy.

also, before you ask, yes. i did give benji a little gay boy earring. i asked simon if it was okay and he said all things are as they should be.

[huntmavs]

The core four’s agent profiles!

[callmearcturus]

Stumbles in covered in dust to pass you a note that says "Arc please your analysis of the strange priesthood (your words)/odd mysticism (mine) of the IMF in Dead Reckoning, I need it urgently"

(It is such an integral part of the movie and its just one hell of a lore drop and I also have Thoughts about it and how it makes So much sense for Ethan's MILF era but you first you first)

bless you and all your endeavours

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE FRANCHISE

I want to talk about the evolution of the IMF. Because one of the things that always kind of confused me about it was what it actually was. Is it another three-letter agency or is it a task force inside the CIA or... is it something else entirely?

IMO the answer changes over the course of the movies. In MI1, there is a concrete institution, the mainframe for the IMF is inside Langley, thus it seems to be part of the CIA. And it's kind of the villain of the movie honestly; the IMF mole hunt gets Ethan's team killed and almost gets him killed because he can't turn to the very agency/group/force that he's supposed to be working for to get assistance.

This idea of a group that is very rigid is continued/heightened in MI2 and MI3. The IMF misleads and lies to Ethan. They are still be bad guys. In MI2, Swanbeck uses Ethan to manipulate Nyah without cluing him in and is upset that Ethan didn't bring back the deadly super-virus for them to have. In MI3, the entire IMF just feels like the FBI in structure, all the visual signifiers casting it as a discount FBI. And that's echoed in the way the IMF handles its agents, the rigidity of the structure, the oversight, the centrality of the headquarters-- it all points to the IMF being a weird 9 to 5 govt job until someone goes on a mission.

There is a hierarchy, there is a director and assistant director and mission handler and tech team and all this shit, right.

Then we reach the McQuarrie Trilogy-cum-Quadrilogy, and things begin to change.

In Ghost Protocol, there is a feeling that the agency (if that's what the IMF even is) is more... amorphous. It's made clear there are safehouses and caches just shoved in various corners of the world. There are mentions of a headquarters (specifically, that it doesn't exist anymore) but when its time to get a new mission, Ethan hands them out from fuckign Seattle, and then walks off into the smoke to his next one. After Benji and Carter have their disastrous mission that sets off the plot, they don't circle up at HQ in the same way that happens in MI3, they are just directed to go grab Ethan, and clearly they find a place to grab some gear beforehand. The IMF is decentralized.

Then oh fucking boy, Rogue Nation. The CIA absorbs the IMF's assets and all we see is the CIA's HQ, not any central location of the IMF itself. Even in the intro when Brandt is monitoring the team going after the package on the plane, he's clearly in some shipping containers-turned-monitoring office. And Ethan going rogue survives by picking over the abandoned remnants of older safehouses.

Another interesting pivot happens in RN. Ethan is explicitly the functional leader of the IMF by example. There is no new secretary to give orders and hasn't been for years, there is no director, the closest thing we get to a hierarchy is Brandt who could allegedly "authorize" things but the agents just.... dodge him by not looping him in.

The idea of a structured organization is fully jettisoned in favor of the modern IMF, which mostly seems to be a lot of people under the radar working together to share information and execute missions.

Emotionally, Ethan is the leader of this new type of IMF, and we are in the movie that truly sets off on the idea that Ethan's ethos is that... he can't handle casualties. It's the blunt object used to hurt him, the way Lane murders the IMF plant in front of him, and his expression of haunted shock is vivid and clear.

All the way back in MI1, Ethan stopped Krieger from killing a bystander, telling him they didn't leave a body count. And by RN, that's become the bedrock of the IMF, the idea that the lives of the many are never more important than the few, and the IMF agents will destroy themselves in the name of getting everyone out alive. There are no acceptable losses.

This is bad, frankly. It is a very bad weakness for a super secret spy to have. But it is TEXTUALLY the entire point of Fallout, that Ethan can't let Luther die. In RN, he couldn't let Benji die. He couldn't let that random French cop die. Over and over, Ethan is given a choice between "save a ton of people" and "save one person" and keeps picking both, and it hurts him every time. It is unreasonable and demands so much from him.

And I have been wondering what that was building to, and Dead Reckoning lays it out.

The IMF as a formal institution doesn't exist anymore. There is no director, there's no hierarchy. What we see of a possible HQ is not the IMF, its everyone else in the intelligence community. As Kittridge explains, the IMF is a mail drop where they "leave word" and hope someone inside the group gets it and takes care of it. There is no oversight because each agent is basically a self-contained satellite.

AKA the way Ethan has found he works best. For every. single. fucking. movie. the IMF has been a hindrance at best and The Bad Guy at worst.

When we meet Ethan in Dead Reckoning, he is a man standing in an old building with sturdy walls and high ceilings. He initiates a new member and tells them they made the right Choice. It is the reassurance of an elder member to a novice.

Because I think... Ethan has essentially guided the IMF to this. How the fuck does anyone survive when there is no hierarchy, there is this creed of Save Everyone Yes Everyone, how do they do that?

Well. Everyone in the IMF lives by simple rules. Any IMF agent looks to another and says "your life will always mean more to me than my own." And the details don't matter. There is no exception to this.

The reason Ethan is alive is because his life means that much to his team, and their lives mean that much to him, so they survive by prioritizing each other in a way that borders on irrational.

This is where I think we get into the weird priesthood/odd mysticism of the IMF. They are a self-selecting group of people fanatically devoted to the preservation of everyone, and are skilled enough to back it up. There is a level of altruistic devotion there that's absent from the other agencies. Hell, Kittridge is back and when we catch up with him, he's fucking trying to buy the key to the fuckign Entity! Once again the CIA is evil, shock of shocks.

In a franchise where the CIA is always evil and the IMF As An Organization isn't better, the only moral choice seems to be to opt-into caring radically about everyone. It's the only counterpoint possible.

I think its significant that in Dead Reckoning, with this new evolution of the IMF, we only see Ethan and the team in old buildings. They are fading remnants. They can't pass on the responsibility to family, so they keep watch for others who have what it takes. They are a small, dwindling group, and they are the only people that can destroy the Entity.

Punct and I have talked about how Ethan defeated the Syndicate by infecting them with humanity basically; through Ethan's influence, Lane becomes vicious and petty in a way he'd like to deny, but he is motivated by his connection to Ethan more than his ideals. Similarly, I think Ethan and his ilk have infected the IMF with this strange solemn duty, and act as guiding stewards. It's an ideal that will die, but until it does, they will keep saving everyone they can, because no one else will.

[swordbreakerz]

heretic pride

Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Movies)

Rated: G

No archive warnings apply

Word count: 1,653

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Relationship: Benji Dunn & Ethan Hunt

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Ethan needs a steady hand to help with some personal business, and Benji is always willing to provide one.

Crossposting this fic for @benthan-week-forever day one, injury flareup! CW for non graphic discussion and use of needles, I wrote this to satisfy my niche of trans+disabled ethan

[sdrose93]

Mission: Impossible 1996 and Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning 2023 ❤❤ I can't wait for Mission: Impossible 8 🥰🙌🏻

Ethan Matthew Hunt 😍

[gijoe-forever]

*cue music *

[nade2308]

I have a radar for left-handed people, apparently. It's like a gaydar, but slightly to the left.

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

[incorrect-missionimpossible]

Ethan, to Benji: Just wanted to say I have a massive crush on you Benji: Oh Benji: Who's the other person you added to the group chat? Ethan: Oh, that's Luther. I added him for emotional support.

[mlady-magnolia]

Alanna bites.