#m; ethan

[lcstxsculx]

She took the glass of water gingerly in her hands before the parchedness of her throat reminded her why she had requested it in the first place. The chill running down her throat did ease some of the worrying. Maybe she was imagining things again.

" Please don't worry about me. I will be fine. I guess I just keep getting caught up in my own thoughts, you know. " Thoughts that could feel so heavy, like they were dragging her down into the pits of an ocean.

" Oh my gosh! I am so sorry to hear about that! That must have been so hard for you. If there is anything I can do... please let me know. It may not be much, but at the very least I would be happy to listen to you. " And sometimes, that was all you needed. Just someone to listen to and for them to acknowledge all of the pain you had suffered up until then. Even when you knew all the facts, it still could be beneficial to let the words out, let them build a picture if the psyche.

Calondra wasn't exactly skilled in most things. But she could be kind. Even to her own

"I'm a doctor Cal, I worry about everything and everyone, it's a part of who I am and what I get paid for but I don't just care in the A&E I care outside of it to so that's why I got worried about you okay? Don't get all insulted about it either, I know you can take care of yourself I just worry about my friends is all and right now this worries me. Do you have anybody that you can talk to about these memories that have you reacting to them like this or are you just trying to put up with them by yourself? I know a lot of shrinks that I can get you in with if you want one that don't cost a lot of money if that would be a problem for you but you need to talk to someone other than just a friend with reactions like that to them." He reaches out and takes her empty hand in his and shakes his head "You really need to see someone about this and take care of yourself before you go and tell other people it's okay for them to dump their problems on you."

Ethan then looks at her for a moment before going on, even though he doesn't know why he's telling her this or maybe it's because when he gets his groove on the next time she'll turn from a friend to a victim and he won't have to worry about her telling anybody his business. "The car accident wasn't as accidental as everyone wanted me to believe at first. I got in the car with a friend who wanted to end her life and that was the night that she chose to do it. She ran us into the side of a house at about a hundred miles an hour so even I was lucky to walk away but she got what she wanted. She died in the accident." He licks his lips as he continues on with the story "I had to learn how to do almost everything over again because my brain just couldn't deal with getting so shaken around in it's skull. I spent months in that hospital and I wished to hell it would have been her there instead of me." Ethan then gets up and walks over to the window "I haven't been the same since."

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[thecockysniper]

”Will you accept a contract from me? Hey Seb, been a while”

From Ethan

“‘Course, Ethan, I’d be honoured.” Smiles, approaching the assassin. “And it has. It’s good to see you.” His eyes flick over him. He looks good, happier too. Things must be going well with Jim, then. He’s glad. Ethan deserves to be happy.

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[lcstxsculx]

Ethan looks at her with a neutral expression then nods his head "I like you, at least you're not blowing smoke up my ass about how good I am for him and this and that. I know I'm going to make mistakes and so do you so if you want to come and get me every time he cries about something I've done then go ahead. But the fact that you realize that I'm a mistake or maybe not on his part is something I admire about you, most people can't get past the fact that 'oh my god, there's a doctor going out with my son or daughter' but boy you have." He chuckles, tilting his head to the side and clearing his throat "As for me almost being there well, hopefully I'll live long enough for you to see me get there sooner or later."

"If I hurt him that badly then I don't want you to go easy on me. I want you to rip me to pieces or do whatever the fuck you want to because hurting Axel is something that I never want to do. Well, let's face it everybody hurt everybody in small ways but if I ever do anything big then you're welcome to me." Ethan then turns to the bar in the front of the room "Would you happen to want a drink? I know you came here to talk but would you like one? I don't like being a bad host or at least I try not to be one but with hospital and my little hobby, I don't get out much so I guess you could say that I'm rude as hell and don't even know it sometimes."

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Agnes listened in silence, her expression unreadable as Ethan spoke. When he finished, she took a slow, measured breath, her arms crossing over her chest again. ❝You’ve got an awful lot to say, Ethan,❞ she began, her tone calm but laced with sharp edges. ❝Some of it’s good, I’ll admit. And some of it... well, let’s just say I don’t need you to convince me with words. You’re right about one thing: actions speak louder. So, we’ll see.❞ She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, as if she were peeling back every layer of his bravado. ❝But you’re wrong about one thing. Axel wouldn’t rip your heart out or take your soul. He’s too kind for that. Me? I don’t have that kind of restraint. So don’t think for a second that your love for him excuses you from accountability.❞

Agnes tilted her head, her faint smirk returning. ❝As for why I haven’t pushed you away... maybe it’s because I see something in you after all. Or maybe I’m giving Axel the chance to make his own mistakes. Because if you do end up being one, Ethan, he’ll be strong enough to recover. But you? You won’t recover from me.❞ Her voice softened slightly, the edges smoothing out as she continued, ❝You want to be there when the shit hits the fan? Good. But it’s not just about standing beside him, Ethan. It’s about being a shield when he needs one. A compass when he’s lost. And a damned anchor when the storm threatens to pull him under. Can you do that?❞ Agnes leaned in just a fraction, her gaze piercing. ❝Don’t answer now. Like you said, actions speak louder. I’ll be watching. And so will Axel.❞ She straightened up and stepped back, her smirk softening into something closer to approval—but not quite. ❝You’ve got a long way to go, Doctor. But maybe, just maybe, you’ll get there.❞

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[lcstxsculx]

"Is anybody really read to die you twat waffle? No, I'm not ready but if Axel thinks I don't deserve to live anymore then I guess I don't and I'll go out with no resistance." Ethan looks at the other man then chuckles "You can't do anything worse to me than anyone else has ever done so those pictures you just beamed into my head... keep them to yourself asshole." He glances out the window for a moment and then goes and gets his coat "Well, are you coming or not? I want a good drink in a good bar before I die and I'm goddamn well gonna get it."

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❝Oh we've talked.❞ He smirked wickedly as he approached the doctor. ❝And we agreed on one thing. You and the demon deserve to die now. Unfortunately for me, I got the easy target while he has all the fun killing a demon.❞ He stood toes to toes with the other man, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He sent all the images of what he was planning to do to Ethan's mind, images of torture. ❝Are you ready now?❞

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, that is a wrap!”

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“Nev turned back toward the sprawling emptiness of the house, and at the far end of the hall, they saw a ghost.”

Fanart of Deephaven by Ethan M. Aldridge 🍂

[lcstxsculx]

Ethan smiles at the other man as he takes his hand and then helps him up off the floor "I really should watch were I'm going too so maybe we'll just call it both of our faults and get it over with shall we?" He looks into the man's eyes with a tilted head and then shrugs "I'm guessing that your mask wouldn't fit with your glasses or some situation of the sort as to why you can't see right now but I'll tell you I'm a doctor if you need those kinds of services at the moment I would be glad to take you somewhere in this place and give you the once over. It's boring as hell here and I want to do something that gets me out of here sooner rather than later." Ethan chuckles and gets a thoughtful look on his face as he looks to a table

"Although, that table with food on it seems to be calling my name right now I would rather get the fuck out of here than stay." He looks at the other man and stick out his hand "Names Ethan, it's nice to meet you in this sea of snobbery that's called a party. I think we should both go over to that table and nibble for the rest of the time we're here or until someone comes and gets me to talk about the hospital some more. I mean this is supposed to be fun not a networking party but that's what my boss is doing up in here and I hate it with a passion." Ethan then starts walking toward the deserts table and when he gets there he gets himself a little plate and fills it with sweets "I might be a doctor but my one weakness is sweets and I hve to have about a million of them when I see them."

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Dwight carefully adjusts the mask over himself for the twelfth time before sighing and giving up. His glasses make it hard to wear the mask comfortably. The bespectacled man puts down the mask next to him and carefully puts his glasses in a case before shoving it in his coat pocket. Then he slips on the mask again.

The world was more blurry now but at least the mask rests comfortably. Besides, Dwight doesn’t plan to stick around for much longer. Showing up to the masquerade ball was more just for appearances and snacking at the dessert’s table.

When Dwight leaves the restroom and goes back to the main ball area. It’s here where he collides with someone and Dwight fumbles to the floor. He looks up to see the hand that’s offered to him before taking it. “No need to apologize, it’s okay.”

“Besides, it might be a little more my fault. I can’t see well right now.”

[lokiified]

a world with you

summary: when you get back from a mission, and Ethan isn't there.

pairing: ethan hunt x f!agent!reader

word count: 2.8k

author's notes: descriptions of injury, mention of a python snake, anxiety over major character death, flirty banter and some suggestive stuff, reference to a Jason Mraz song, so angsty for a bit but sweet fluff i promise, established relationship, no use of y/n, taking care of ethan bc he deserves it, i imagined this with mi2 ethan bc that look is just unmatched so this takes place in like 2007

The innocent mumble of traffic below the window was starting to give you a headache. Your ears had been strained, pricked-up to the slightest of noises, for what felt like ages.

Battered and bruised from the mission, you’d stumbled into the safehouse a mere hour ago. You were running on only adrenaline and Ethan’s training playing on loop in your brain as you instinctively started undressing to clean your wounds. The haze in your mind mercifully numbed the burn of rubbing alcohol and the aches in your bones, and when you finally came-to you’d showered and changed into a clean set of clothes. It was then that you realized that you didn’t know where Ethan was.

“If I don’t make it back, please don’t come looking for me,” he’d always said, brushing gentle lines across your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, “keep yourself safe first.” He would press a soft kiss to your forehead, as if it would seal his words into your mind.

But now, now that he really wasn’t here, now that it was the fear of a dreaded possibility coming true that was clawing it’s way done your spine, it took more strength than any mission to keep yourself from throwing on your jacket and boots and marching back into the world, exhausted as you were, to find him.

The mission was simple: get in, plant a trace on a necklace in the hotel’s vault, and get out. You’d both been expecting the security in the back hallways of the hotel, but what you hadn’t prepared for was that one of the goons was an ex-agent, defected and gone rogue a few years prior; he recognized the two of you immediately. In the midst of the struggle, you’d been separated from Ethan.

Now, hands trembling as they fidgeted in your lap, you were waiting. The window in the living room was open and the apartment was dark, depriving every other sense to focus all of your attention on listening, waiting for Ethan to come back. Surely he was going to come back?

But the men were big and there were at least a dozen of them, and the memory was pierced with the crack of gunshots beneath the haze of adrenaline as you made a break for it.

You… made a break for it? Why did you run? Why didn’t you stay and fight like Ethan probably did? You were such a coward. How could you leave him there to fend for himself? Of course he’s can take care of himself, but what if he’s dead?

Then it would be your fault.

The guilt suddenly choked your lungs like a python with its prey, stifled sobs wreaking silent havoc on your body as you pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged yourself, burying your face into your knees. He was dead and it was your fault, all your fault. He had always been so selfless, so brave and so willing to do anything for you, even back when he barely knew you. You were a horrible person. You could never face Luther again; not with the knowledge that it was your fault Ethan was dead, that you had killed him—

“Agent?”

Your head snapped up from your knees, eyes locking onto the figure that had appeared in the window’s reflection. The sudden roar of blood pounding in your ears made you dizzy, and you squinted into the inky black night as you stumbled through the fog in your brain: he certainly looked like your Ethan, although the silhouette of his hair falling around his shoulders was the only detail you could make out in the darkness, but it seem impossible. He couldn’t be here. You’d left him behind, he was dead and it was all your fault. But then who was this man that had the key to the safehouse? Should you run? Suddenly the reflection was moving, then there was movement in your peripheral, and a figure that looked a whole lot like the Ethan you loved came and crouched in front of you.

“Hey,” he whispered, “I’m right here.”

His hands reached your waist but you jumped back at his touch and scrambled into the cushions, half expecting this to all be a hallucination. His hands recoiled and quickly raised in surrender, his brows twitching together with worry as he watched you, your chest beginning to heave in panic. Your heart longed to believe it was Ethan, wanted nothing more than to melt into his touch, but it didn’t make sense for him to be here.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, keeping his eyes trained on yours as he slowly lowered a hand. You eyed the gun on the holster around his shoulders, but he moved past it and found the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one slowly and moving to slide the shirt over his shoulders. He quickly dropped it on the floor and brought his hands up again.

“It’s me, okay? I promise. You can check, I promise it’s me.”

You inspected him from afar, noting the smattering of bruises across his ribs and the graze of a bullet on the underside of his right arm, crusted over with blood. His skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and grime, but nowhere could you find any seams or signs of deception. You moved closer to him.

“Tell me something only my Ethan would know about me,” you said, your voice wavering in the aftermath of your panic. Ethan smiled, warming your heart with his radiance.

“Our first date was two years ago, in Rome, when our mission got called off after we’d already landed. I took you to dinner at a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city, and we danced to that Jason Mraz song you love so much-“

“A World With You,” you finished with him, slipping off the cushion and into his open arms on the floor. His arms encircled you and squeezed gently, and your tears came spilling out of you at the comfort of his touch. He moved so his back was against the couch and you were cradled in his arms, his head resting atop yours as he stroked your arms to soothe you.

“I thought you were dead, I thought they killed you… I thought you were dead and it was my fault because I left you there, how could I leave you there?” The words tumbled out of you between sobs, your mind and body expelling all of your fears into his warm embrace.

“No, hey, I told you to run, remember?” He said, bringing a hand to lift your face and look at him. “I told you to run as soon as the guard recognized us, remember?” You shook your head, trying to recall his voice but all you could hear was the sound of gunshots and shouting fading behind you as you raced through the halls.

“I promise I told you to run, okay?” He brushed away the trail of tears on your cheeks and moved the hair out of your face as he spoke. “You were just following orders, you did the right thing.” His voice was like a balm to your wounds, soothing the guilt that gripped your chest. The rest of the night was coming back to you; Ethan’s frantic shout when he realized the situation with the guard, his promise to come find you. Your breathing evened out. You became aware of his own heart beating solidly beneath your weight, of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“Yeah… yeah okay,” you whispered, resting your head against his chest again. You focused on breathing, on the steady thumping of Ethan’s heart, the proof that he was alive here with you.

“We should really get you cleaned up,” you said after a while, and he sighed.

“I missed you,” he replied as he squeezed you tighter.

“I missed you too, but that doesn’t change the fact that you desperately need a shower.” His head sprung away from resting atop yours and he looked at you in disbelief.

“What are you saying, Agent?”

You pecked a kiss on his nose and grinned, “you stink.”

He broke into a grin and leaned closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your head and capturing your lips in a kiss. You moved in perfect tandem with each other, the anxieties of the day fading into the background as you poured your heart into this moment, this single moment where nothing else exists besides the two of you, kissing in the dark like two teenagers on stolen time.

Your arms draped over his shoulders and your hands moved to tangle in his hair, pressing your body against his as if you could get any closer to him. His hands moved between cupping your face and gripping your waist like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you more. His teeth caught your lower lip and you released a breathy moan, and you felt his lips curl into a smile at the sound. He broke away with heavy breathing, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I thought I smelled bad” he whispered with a smile as you caught your breath.

“Oh you do.” Ethan leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled away and stood to your feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” His face melted into a pout and you laughed, causing his lips to twitch up into a smile and betray his feigned offence. You reached your hands out to him and he accepted your help, standing up slowly. You noted the way he grimaced as he stood and your eyes flicked across his body in search of the source of his pain.

“Do you need help walking to the bathroom?” you asked, then rolled your eyes when he quickly shook his head. “Let me rephrase that: I’m going to help you walk to the bathroom.” Ethan grinned at you and accepted your aid, slinging an arm around your shoulder and lending you some of his weight. Slowly, the two of you made it to the bathroom where you set him down on the closed toilet seat. His shirt stayed behind on the floor of the living room, and in the dim light and sweet aroma of the candles you found in the cupboard you helped Ethan peel off the rest of his clothes and expose the wounds underneath. Mercifully, there were no major gashes besides the bullet graze on his arm.

“Are you injured at all?”

You gave him a stern look, “you’re not allowed to ask that until I’m done taking care of you.” You finished wrapping his arm and stepped back to inspect the rest of him, then walked over to the tub and started running the hot water.

You noticed the way his eyes followed you wherever you went, his gaze warm and filled with longing, like you were the most important thing in the world.

As the tub filled up you helped Ethan to his feet and into the now ankle-deep water. You pulled two towels and a facecloth from the shelf and put them on the mat in front of the tub. You’d showered earlier, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to pamper Ethan after a hard day. Goodness knows he deserves it.

You shut off the water and slid out of your sweats and t-shirt, the chill of the darkened apartment hitting you suddenly before you dipped your toes in the water. It was the perfect temperature, and warmed you instantly as you submitted yourself further into its embrace. You both sat facing each other, knees to your chests, the steam of the water rising up to color your cheeks and twist Ethan’s hair into curls.

Allowing the silence to linger like the steam in the air, you motioned for Ethan to turn around so his back was to you. You cupped your hands and brought water up to his head, soaking his hair through. You smiled to yourself as you reached for the shampoo, grateful that Ethan had remembered to bring his own products. He was very passionate about his precious hair, and the IMF’s safehouse supplies were never up to his standards.

You massaged the product into his scalp, the tension that remained in his neck melting away with every press of your fingers. His head rolled back and his shoulders dropped, and you caught a glimpse of his small smile, eyes closed in bliss. I should do this more often, you thought to yourself.

When you were done with his hair you pulled the showerhead from its hook on the wall and rinsed his head, combing your fingers through the strands as you went. Once the last of the shampoo was rinsed out you took the facecloth and lathered it up with soap. Gently, you scrubbed away the sweat and grime from the day, kneading the sore muscles beneath Ethan’s battered skin.

“I remember this one,” you whispered, so as not to startle him in the sacred stillness that had settled over the room. Your ministrations had paused at a long white scar, poorly healed and puckered. You dragged your finger down it, from the top of his right shoulder blade to his waist. “You got it in Malasia, back in ’04.” Ethan turned around to face you, a serious look set into his features.

“I remember,” he said, and you could see him flipping through the memories in his head. “You were captured. I disobeyed direct orders and went to rescue you.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile; he had saved your life that day.

“That was the day I realized I loved you.”

The sound of limbs wading through water wafted up your ears in the steam as you watched Ethan’s face, his hand coming up from the water to cup your face and his head leaning forward to rest against yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the dew that was rising on his skin from the heat of the water.

You’d always found a way back to each other, even before everything.

After a few minutes he pulled away and pressed a kiss to the edge of your hair, inhaling to smell your shampoo and smiling against your skin. You raised yourself out of the water and his eyes grazed over your body, a hint of his playboy smirk surfacing but he seemed to think better of it; it had been a long, tiring day for the both of you. Instead of whatever had crossed his mind, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on the front of each of your thighs. When you were both dried off, you pulled on your clothes from earlier.

“Let me go get you something, I’ll be right back.”

You returned with a soft cotton t-shirt, a deep green that complimented his tanned skin and chestnut hair beautifully, and his favorite pair of sweatpants. The sight of him in such comfortable clothes, a cheeky smile on his face, made your heart soar with joy. He deserved every comfort you could ever bring him. His hands were warm when they reached yours, fingers intertwining as you lead him into the darkened bedroom, the moon and city lights casting a gentle blue glow onto the bed.

You fell asleep almost instantly, but Ethan laid awake for hours. Despite the exhaustions of the day, he didn’t feel like he could sleep yet. He had been worried about you too; worried he would come back to the safehouse and find it empty, void of your presence which he so desperately needed. He always needed you, but after days like today he felt like he might die without you. There was no one else he felt safe enough to surrender to; no one else he could give his weakness and pain to and trust them to handle it with care.

The gentle rise and fall of your chest beneath his arm was continuously drawing him closer to sleep, but he felt the need to reflect on your time together and make sure he hasn’t taken anything for granted after being half-convinced he had lost you today.

He thought of Rome, of the way your face shone in the glow of the city lights beneath the rooftop where you danced with him. He thought of waking up beside you in countless countries that the average person could never name. He thought of the day he told you he loved you, hiding in a Russian forest while hiding for your lives. He thought of the day you were assigned to his team, your sweet and innocent face immediately lighting up his world despite the darkness that haunts him.

With your hands intertwined, your bodies as close as physically possible, and his mind filled with memories of a world with you, Ethan finally submitted himself to rest.