I mentioned this some time ago, but I think this deserves its own post.
One of my favorite Smith47 interactions happens in Hitman Contracts. It's a line that can be easily overlooked, but once you realise that it came from 47's subconscious.. it feels much more special.
It's the last thing that Smith says before he runs off.
"Yeah.. thank you. Listen, I- I hope we get to meet again under more favorable circumstances." and 47 replies with "Yes, that might seem possible to you."
This is already a sweet interaction, but Smith actually never said this in the original since this is a remake, which means that 47 made it up. It's something that he wanted to hear from Smith. He's projecting his own desire.. which is to meet Smith again "under more favorable circumstances".
Of course a remake wouldn't have the exact same dialogue as the original. However, Smith didn't have a reason to say this to someone he just met. (He also asked him "Who are you?" at the beginning.) This is why it stands out. In reality, 47 has met Smith many times by now and his mind conjured up the last part.
47's reply is important as well, because I think Smith represents that optimism and hope that 47 is missing. The chance that they get to meet in a less stressful environment seems low, but not impossible to Smith. (At least 47's version of Smith.. which is very cute.)
Silly scenario I was thinking about. Smith & 47 are on vacation and they decide to get some Turkish ice cream. (In case you don't know, the ice cream guy will do tricks and mess with you.)
Smith would be oblivious and reach for the ice cream and thank the guy.. but suddenly he's just holding an extra cone with no scoops in it. He would try to grab it 8 times and get absolutely destroyed by the ice cream guy, 💔 until he finally gets his sweet treat and a speck of vanilla on his nose. (Smith asks himself if it was worth it, but after tasting the ice cream he would definitely do it again.)
Then it's 47's turn. Smith watches as 47 reaches for the ice cream and grabs it at the speed of light. The ice cream man stares at him with disbelief and Smith chuckles and thinks to himself "I don't think that was supposed to happen."
There's actually something interesting about Smith's pain tolerance because he's ginger. (Up until 2016 he had red hair, until they changed it to brown.)
It's kinda relevant since he gets tortured a lot.
So, Redheads have a higher pain tolerance in general. (And this is probably why Smith can take a beating.)
They're less sensitive to electric shocks, needle pricks or stinging pain. However, they're more sensitive to temperature changes and thermal pain.
They also bruise more easily.
Smith has been tortured by electric shocks on Ambrose, and he wrote "I'm so tired of the shocks at night.." on the letter in his cell. Being tortured sucks either way, but he seemed to be doing fine.
Smith has also experienced temperature related pain in Hokkaido, when they put him in the freezer.. and he was in pretty bad shape.
He also seems to be tolerant of needles, since he didn't react very strongly when 47 injected him.
I don't know if ioi has even considered this detail about Smith, but it has become one of my headcanons for him.
Redheads also need more anesthetics. (20% more from what I've read.) That's why a lot of gingers are scared of the dentist.. (Both Smith and 47 shivering in fear at the dentist office for different reasons.)
On the other hand, they need less opioids (pain killers).
I wonder if this played any role when he was drugged. Maybe he had a stronger reaction to a certain medication at the rehab center.
Same thing with alcohol. I've seen anecdotal evidence that redheads might have a higher alcohol tolerance, and I think Smith does too.
Even though he was pretty drunk during the Cult mission, he was still coherent enough to give 47 intel. He also said "I got plenty of food you see." which makes me think that he already drank a lot. (There's also a bunch of crates with alcohol in the room.)
Anyway, I think it makes a lot of sense that Smith has a higher pain threshold and it's funny that there's a scientific explanation for it!
is it an uncommon take to imagine diana as an emotionally distant mom to 47 and not a romantic partner?
he never had a mother, he DEF has mommy issues, and i always felt like diana unbeknowingly filled that gap by being his "handler" (the way she praises him on missions is so cute to me). he clearly needs someone to guide him/keep him in check. also his fears of being replaced made me sad. for me it hit like "my mom is gonna abandon me" rather than "my wife is gonna leave me", because shes the only one besides grey hes ever made a meaningful connection with
I had a weird dream a while ago. It was hitman related and really creepy and weird.
CW for child abuse/experimentation, minor gore
Essentially, the institute wasn't an asylum nor a lab but rather a base to fight against some weird biblical monsters? Though I guess it was still kind of a lab since instead of creating clones they kidnapped children and forced them through experiments to make them soldiers(?)
The details are really fuzzy so I'm remaking it, but the basic point was Lucas was the main character and he has amnesia(?) and needed to find his brother(47) and he goes through different levels of the lab meeting different kids and learning more about what specifically was going on.
And recently I had another dream about it and it featured the 48 clone series(yay!)
They were actual clones of kids who underwent successful experimentation but died in battle. I have no idea why they're considered '48' but we ball.
Below are a couple of drawings I did based off the dreams
i had a dream during my nap today where there was new hitman woa content and it came with a fully voice acted and animated cutscene of smith and 47 having sex. Like on screen, no censorship or covering anything, and they had to change the game rating to AO instead of M because it was so graphic
Here's another short Smith47 fic! Once again it's NSFW.. and Smith gets a little tied up.
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Today was 47's day off and the perfect time to clean and inspect his weapons down in the basement. He didn't think that this was tedious, in fact, he enjoyed it. Polishing a sharp blade or taking apart his gun and putting it back together was quite relaxing.. if it wasn't for a certain someone startling him in the process. He had almost forgotten that Agent Smith was staying over.
"Hey-" Smith was greeted by a karate chop to his head.
"Oww!!"
"..Stop sneaking up behind me." 47 looked at him with furrowed brows.
"I wasn't trying to." Smith rubbed his head, but recovered quickly.
"Man.. this brings back memories."
47 couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
"Not the good kind."
"You did leave me at the side of the road.."
"And you almost crashed my van.. idiot."
Smith pressed his lips together.
"I admit, hiding at the back of your car and yelling out to you- while you were driving, wasn't my best idea."
The redhead reached over and gave 47's arm a gentle squeeze.
"Sorry.."
The assassin pulled away, with a pout on his face.
"..How did you not notice me anyway?.."
No answer.
"I guess I'm just that good.. the best assassin in the world can't detect me!" Smith smiled at the thought. 47 didn't like how proud he sounded.
But he was right. 47 had to admit that Smith was the only person who had ever caught him off guard entirely. He thought it was a discrepancy, a one time event.. but it kept happening- and damn, it was annoying. Not like Smith was having any bad intentions.. but he always managed to startle 47 as he poured himself a coffee or cleaned his kitchen counter.
Ever since 47 started living at the safehouse he noticed his mind drifting and his alertness dwindling- was this the feeling of comfort and peace? And now Smith was a part of it, blending into the safety of his home. Regardless of how sweet that sounded, 47 wasn't ready to contemplate the deeper meaning behind this for now. He needed some alone time with his guns.
47 stared down at the table in front of him. All kinds of weapons and gadgets were strewn around. He looked to his left and spotted a grey long rope, then grabbed it with a swift motion.
"..What's that?" Smith asked.
Oh, he was so oblivious. 47 bit his lip.
"A rope." 47 approached him threateningly, flexing the rope in his hands.
"Right.. what are you gonna do with-"
47 grabbed Smith, pressing him against the cold floor, one knee pressing against his back.
"H-hey, what are you doing!"
"Teaching you a lesson."
With a couple of swift motions, he put Smith's hands behind his back and tied his arms together.
"47.." He whined.
The assassin continued, placing even more knots and pulling the rope under his arms and across his chest, as he turned him around. Smith looked up at 47, who was straddling him now. Smith felt a hot flash across his body and he knew the butterflies in his stomach were mocking him.
47 tightened the ropes.
"..Mm..mhm.." Smith kept groaning.
47 moved on to his legs, pulling the rope across his groin and thighs.
"..Ugh..47.." Smith moaned at the contact, but 47 didn't stop, he sped up the process- tying one knot around his legs and then another- until Smith was completely immobilized.
47 got up to admire his work. Smith was pouting, looking up at him like a sad puppy. How pathetic, 47 thought.
"Perfect."
Smith's eyes went wide at the supposed compliment. It was most likely not directed at him, regardless, his face turned a new shade of red.
47 turned to grab something- a small, red cloth. 47 hovered over Smith, stretching out the cloth and pressing it against his mouth. "No, come on! St-h-mhhm..mhmm!!" Smith tried to protest but his words turned into inaudible mumbling.
Then, 47 tied a bow at the back.
"That will do."
He narrowed his eyes as his gaze wandered over Smith's body. Of course there was a tent in his pants. 47 lifted his leg, then put his foot against Smith's groin. He pressed down. "Mhm!.. mhm" Smith squirmed under him.
47 stayed like that for a moment, until he decided that he'd done enough. The redhead proceeded to whine, but 47 wasn't going to untie him any time soon. He got back to his desk, leaving Smith on the floor. 47 continued to clean his guns in peace.
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Epilogue.
47 placed his pristine silverballer into its case. He scanned the room for any imperfections, but couldn't spot any. The assassin was satisfied.
He turned and- Oh right.. Smith was still tied up. 47's heels clicked past the metal grid and against the concrete floor as he approached the redhead. He had stopped squirming some time ago, in fact, he went completely quiet, with the exception of some light snores.
Did he seriously fall asleep like this? 47 couldn't really blame him for it.
47 looked up at the clock on the wall and realised that 50 minutes had passed. His gaze returned to Smith as he knelt down and slowly moved his hand, resting it on Smith's copper hair.
“I think you learned your lesson.” 47 spoke softly.
Smith didn't react. 47 spoke once again and raised his voice slightly, as he was running his fingers through the man's hair.
“Agent Smith, time to get up.”
47 turned Smith's head to the side and untied his gag. He held up the cloth which was stained with saliva, then threw it to the side. He'd wash it later.
Smith started to mumble, but was clearly still asleep. 47 sighed, then inspected the tightness of his ropework. It would leave some marks for sure, but 47 was more concerned about the bloodflow. He grabbed one of his newly sharpened knives and began to cut- there was little resistance.
Smith exhaled as 47 freed his legs, then opened his eyes slowly.
“Hmm.. wha..”
47 continued as Smith woke up. He looked quite groggy and his hair was messy. He groaned in discomfort.
“Ugh.. what the.. 47..”
“I'm untying you now.”
“Oh.. uhm.. thanks.” Smith thanked 47, as if he was unaware that 47 had tied him up in the first place. Every knot became undone, until only his hands were left, still tied behind his back.
“Sit up.” 47 demanded, and helped him up. The redhead didn't seem pleased, but obliged.
“Ouch, ok.. I can't feel my legs..”
“You've been through worse.”
Once again, 47 lifted his hand and placed it on Smith's head, petting him gently. Smith briefly opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. 47 noticed the blood running to his ears. He walked up behind him and cut the last rope with his knife, then he placed it on a nearby table.
Smith pulled his arms forward and rubbed his wrists, before stumbling forward and getting up.
“My legs feel like jelly..”
He seemed unsteady, so 47 wrapped an arm around him, and Smith leaned into him.
“Go sit down for a moment. I'll run you a bath.”
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The hot water felt nice against his sore skin. Smith stretched in the tub- well, it was more of a jacuzzi, which was even better. He stared down at the red indents on his wrists. The rope’s pattern was clearly visible, but soon it would fade. He always thought it looked kind of pretty. He wondered how the red markings would look on 47's pale skin.. perhaps he should ask him for some rope tying lessons, since he was such a professional at it.
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