Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood are on a mission together. Things go wrong, and they have to abandon their plans in order to hide.

Agent 47 can't forget the tarot card reading he barely paid attention to while blending in. Years later, he finds meaning in these three cards.

"It comes back in flashes. Fear. Anger. But... like it happened to someone else." A certain resurfacing memory keeps Agent 47 up at night. Diana Burnwood tries to comfort him, not knowing what exactly he remembered.

Caring for someone can take many forms; sometimes it's meeting someone in the middle of the night, the brief touch of a hand, and a blueberry muffin.

Agent 47 is lonely. Surely there's something he could do about it? He decides to use his downtime between two missions for some field research, with mixed results. r/FanFiction best of 2021 Nominee

Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood meet in a bar for a handoff. After he overhears a worrying conversation between two strangers, it turns into a fake date.

Tea and books are among her favourite ways to spend her weekends, this much he knows. She always says they go perfectly with rainy Sundays, and he has to admit that this combination is particularly charming, as he learns to fill the abstract concept of "home" with meaning.

Agent 47 spends the day at an ICA facility for his annual assessment and accidentally uncovers an open secret.