Fake fic for a fake Bond movie
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linndechirI wrote something. Which is … sort of fanfic, but really original fic in a pre-existing verse? This requires some explanation. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serpentsign and I have been plotting a fake Bond movie on tumblr – I mean it's long been obvious that Mark Strong needs to play a Bond villain, and then this beautiful photoset kicked off all kinds of discussions about our fake Bond movie (which we should totally get to write because it would be awesome). Anyway, we decided that Mark should play rich disillusioned ex-politician-turned-idealistic-but-somewhat-insane-terrorist Marius Thorne who really thinks the world would be better off if he had half the politicians killed and replaced with people of his own choosing so he can run the show, and Richard Armitage should play his right-hand man, ex-Special Forces soldier Adam Hayes who was left to rot in a prison in the middle of nowhere by his handlers when a mission turned bad, from where he was saved by Marius, and then he ended up being his most loyal supporter (and his personal hitman).
Plot-wise, Bond is supposed to find out who the hell is killing off influential political figures. Adam convinces Bond that he has some useful intel on Thorne and that he wants to redeem himself after becoming a gun for hire when he got out of prison. Of course he's working for Thorne all along. Cue betrayal, explosions, gun fights, and general Bond movie badassery.
Anyway, I developed so many feels for these two bitter assholes that I decided to write fic about them. Which is what this is. Fake fanfic, so to speak, set during the fake movie. Look, I even made a photoset, with photoshop, like I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, my writing isn't quite as shitty as my non-existent photoshop skills. This isn't beta-read or even particularly well thought out, though, so sorry for any hilarious typos (please do tell me about them).
Marius reached for his gun when he heard the door open; a calm, precise movement that only spoke of healthy caution, not panic. For all that he had a capable security staff, he knew not to be careless in times like these. He put the weapon down again when he recognised the tall, slim figure that stepped into the suite; just who he had expected. He would never quite get used to Adam breaking into his houses and hotel rooms, but it was still preferable to phone calls that might be traced.
Adam stopped short at a pointed glare from Marius, but despite an annoyed eyeroll he bent down to unlace his dusty boots and kicked them off before he stepped closer. Only then did Marius fold the newspaper he had been reading, with the same slow, neat movements with which he had handled the gun.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked calmly.
Adam scoffed even as he scanned the room quickly. He didn't even seem to be aware that he was doing it, looking for possible exits and hiding places wherever he went.
“Do you take me for an amateur?” he replied finally when he seemed satisfied with the room. He stepped closer to the armchair Marius was sitting in, stopped just out of reach. There was an easy grace in his movements, always controlled, always confident, with a strength that was visible in every step he made. He looked at Marius with his deep blue eyes, a stare that would unsettle most men. Marius ignored it, folded the newspaper one last time and set it down next to the gun.
“You've met Bond.” It was a statement, not a question. He wasn't monitoring Adam's progress, he simply trusted him to stick to the schedule. “Does he believe you?”
A brief smile flashed over Adam's face, just the smallest quirk of those thin lips.
“He's a spy, being suspicious is in his nature.” Another step brought him close enough to touch the table, and he ran his fingers idly over the neatly folded edge of the newspaper, his eyes skimming over the headline. Another head of state dead. It had only been a few hours since Adam had put a bullet through the man's brain. “But he wants to believe me. That I want to put my mercenary days behind me. That I just want my old job back and serve the right cause.”
Adam's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and it was Marius' turn to smile. He uncrossed his legs, got up in a smooth movement and adjusted his suit.
“Everybody loves a good redemption story,” he commented. “Even jaded spies, it seems.”
Adam laughed softly, and his taut posture relaxed a little when Marius stepped behind him. Marius slid his fingertips over the back of Adam's neck, from the short, still military haircut down to the seam of his shirt – cheap fabric in a rather obnoxious shade of khaki; for all his other skills the man had the worst fashion sense. He stopped at the thick red welt of a scar that just peeked out from below the shirt, a scar that Marius knew stretched all the way down over Adam's back.
“As if you had to beg for their forgiveness, when they should be asking for yours.” He knew where Adam had got that scar, knew the story behind every single mark on his body. Half of them Adam had accumulated in years of service to his country, the other half when that same country had given him up in a delicate situation and left him to rot in a desert prison. Soldiers were expendable, after all, even the best. Adam turned around slowly, and Marius' hand stayed on his neck, curling gently around it. The touch was light, familiar, and he had long stopped wondering when they had grown so used to being this close.
“I didn't even lie to him when I said I wanted to come home. I just didn't tell him that we were going to change a couple of things about the place.”
There was a dark smile on Adam's face at that, but he relaxed again when Marius' fingers pressed lightly into his skin. Marius sometimes felt as if he was soothing a wild animal, but never too much. Maybe one day he would manage to give Adam peace, but for the time being he needed him angry, bitter, full of determination and hungry for revenge. There would be no peace for either of them until they had freed the world from its current masters. Adam knew that. Adam believed in him, in both the man and his vision, more than anyone else, more than even Marius himself sometimes did. He was a man who needed to believe in something, and who had found a new cause in Marius after his country had betrayed him. Adam would die for him without a moment's hesitation, but more and more often Marius found himself hoping that would never be necessary. It was foolish to get so attached to any of his assets, but he knew better than anyone else what a lonely place the world was when you had no one to trust. Not to mention that Adam simply made his work a whole lot easier.
“You're brooding,” Adam said quietly. His voice was rough and cracked a little, a voice that had never regained its old softness after years in prison. But his frown was concerned, protective even, as if he didn't have enough on his mind already.
“Don't underestimate Bond,” Marius said finally. He was tense; he knew it was a useless reminder to someone as shrewd as Adam, but they couldn't afford any interference from overzealous MI-6 agents. “He's smarter than he looks. Don't let him expect a trap when you lead him to me.”
“He won't. Trust me, sir.”
And Marius did. If anyone was equipped to deal with the likes of James Bond, it was someone who used to be just as loyal to queen and country, before he realised that the world needed to be reshaped before it deserved any loyalty.
“Good.” Marius nodded and let go of Adam's neck, but before he could turn away Adam's hands were on his upper arms, a strong, steady grip that held him close. Marius frowned. “You shouldn't stay too long.”
“Nobody knows I'm here. And Bond is too busy seducing that gorgeous false lead you put in his way to come looking for me tonight.” Marius smirked at that; he had always appreciated how easily most men were distracted by a pair of long legs, especially if they thought those long legs carried some useful information with them. Still, for all that he had missed Adam's company in the last weeks, he wouldn't allow himself any careless self-indulgence, not at such a crucial moment.
“We both know that won't take him very long.”
Adam sighed in resignation, but he didn't let go yet. His right hand slid up to Marius' shoulder, then further up until his fingertips brushed against Marius' throat, the touch so faint it almost tickled a little. Rough callouses scratched against late-night stubble, and Adam smirked when he saw Marius swallow.
“Once I've brought him to you,” his voice had dropped to a whisper, “do you want me to kill him?”
His thumb was resting against Marius' pulse point, but they both knew that the slight quickening of Marius' heartbeat wasn't caused by fear.
“No,” Marius said after a moment's deliberation. “I'll do it myself. He has been such an impressive nuisance, I think he deserves that much of my attention.”
Adam chuckled, a low dark sound that Marius knew he would feel if he put his hand on Adam's chest, but this was neither the time nor the place for that. Instead he simply straightened his head a little, barely shying away from the touch, but it was enough for Adam to get the point. Marius sat down again, chin on his hand, and watched quietly as Adam stepped away and put his boots back on, then turned to leave.
“Adam.” There was really nothing else to discuss, but Marius found himself oddly averse to letting him go just yet.
“Sir?” Adam only half turned and looked back over his shoulder. Marius tapped on the newspaper.
“Good job.” Adam smirked, but behind the cocky confidence and the look that said what else did you expect? there was a real smile in his eyes. His greatest weakness, maybe, was how much he wanted, needed to be appreciated, although it was more amusing than an actual problem.
“It was a walk in the park. At least Bond will be a challenge.” Adam didn't wait for a reply before he left, and Marius still hadn't moved by the time Adam had locked the door again from the outside. He had no doubt that his right-hand man could deal with Bond, but he hated having to alter his plans even in the slightest. After years of preparation he certainly wasn't going to let one troublesome agent get in the way of long overdue change.
serpentsign and I have been plotting a fake Bond movie on tumblr – I mean it's long been obvious that Mark Strong needs to play a Bond villain, and then this beautiful photoset kicked off all kinds of discussions about our fake Bond movie (which we should totally get to write because it would be awesome). Anyway, we decided that Mark should play rich disillusioned ex-politician-turned-idealistic-but-somewhat-insane-terrorist Marius Thorne who really thinks the world would be better off if he had half the politicians killed and replaced with people of his own choosing so he can run the show, and Richard Armitage should play his right-hand man, ex-Special Forces soldier Adam Hayes who was left to rot in a prison in the middle of nowhere by his handlers when a mission turned bad, from where he was saved by Marius, and then he ended up being his most loyal supporter (and his personal hitman).Plot-wise, Bond is supposed to find out who the hell is killing off influential political figures. Adam convinces Bond that he has some useful intel on Thorne and that he wants to redeem himself after becoming a gun for hire when he got out of prison. Of course he's working for Thorne all along. Cue betrayal, explosions, gun fights, and general Bond movie badassery.
Anyway, I developed so many feels for these two bitter assholes that I decided to write fic about them. Which is what this is. Fake fanfic, so to speak, set during the fake movie. Look, I even made a photoset, with photoshop, like I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, my writing isn't quite as shitty as my non-existent photoshop skills. This isn't beta-read or even particularly well thought out, though, so sorry for any hilarious typos (please do tell me about them).
Marius reached for his gun when he heard the door open; a calm, precise movement that only spoke of healthy caution, not panic. For all that he had a capable security staff, he knew not to be careless in times like these. He put the weapon down again when he recognised the tall, slim figure that stepped into the suite; just who he had expected. He would never quite get used to Adam breaking into his houses and hotel rooms, but it was still preferable to phone calls that might be traced.
Adam stopped short at a pointed glare from Marius, but despite an annoyed eyeroll he bent down to unlace his dusty boots and kicked them off before he stepped closer. Only then did Marius fold the newspaper he had been reading, with the same slow, neat movements with which he had handled the gun.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked calmly.
Adam scoffed even as he scanned the room quickly. He didn't even seem to be aware that he was doing it, looking for possible exits and hiding places wherever he went.
“Do you take me for an amateur?” he replied finally when he seemed satisfied with the room. He stepped closer to the armchair Marius was sitting in, stopped just out of reach. There was an easy grace in his movements, always controlled, always confident, with a strength that was visible in every step he made. He looked at Marius with his deep blue eyes, a stare that would unsettle most men. Marius ignored it, folded the newspaper one last time and set it down next to the gun.
“You've met Bond.” It was a statement, not a question. He wasn't monitoring Adam's progress, he simply trusted him to stick to the schedule. “Does he believe you?”
A brief smile flashed over Adam's face, just the smallest quirk of those thin lips.
“He's a spy, being suspicious is in his nature.” Another step brought him close enough to touch the table, and he ran his fingers idly over the neatly folded edge of the newspaper, his eyes skimming over the headline. Another head of state dead. It had only been a few hours since Adam had put a bullet through the man's brain. “But he wants to believe me. That I want to put my mercenary days behind me. That I just want my old job back and serve the right cause.”
Adam's voice was dripping with sarcasm, and it was Marius' turn to smile. He uncrossed his legs, got up in a smooth movement and adjusted his suit.
“Everybody loves a good redemption story,” he commented. “Even jaded spies, it seems.”
Adam laughed softly, and his taut posture relaxed a little when Marius stepped behind him. Marius slid his fingertips over the back of Adam's neck, from the short, still military haircut down to the seam of his shirt – cheap fabric in a rather obnoxious shade of khaki; for all his other skills the man had the worst fashion sense. He stopped at the thick red welt of a scar that just peeked out from below the shirt, a scar that Marius knew stretched all the way down over Adam's back.
“As if you had to beg for their forgiveness, when they should be asking for yours.” He knew where Adam had got that scar, knew the story behind every single mark on his body. Half of them Adam had accumulated in years of service to his country, the other half when that same country had given him up in a delicate situation and left him to rot in a desert prison. Soldiers were expendable, after all, even the best. Adam turned around slowly, and Marius' hand stayed on his neck, curling gently around it. The touch was light, familiar, and he had long stopped wondering when they had grown so used to being this close.
“I didn't even lie to him when I said I wanted to come home. I just didn't tell him that we were going to change a couple of things about the place.”
There was a dark smile on Adam's face at that, but he relaxed again when Marius' fingers pressed lightly into his skin. Marius sometimes felt as if he was soothing a wild animal, but never too much. Maybe one day he would manage to give Adam peace, but for the time being he needed him angry, bitter, full of determination and hungry for revenge. There would be no peace for either of them until they had freed the world from its current masters. Adam knew that. Adam believed in him, in both the man and his vision, more than anyone else, more than even Marius himself sometimes did. He was a man who needed to believe in something, and who had found a new cause in Marius after his country had betrayed him. Adam would die for him without a moment's hesitation, but more and more often Marius found himself hoping that would never be necessary. It was foolish to get so attached to any of his assets, but he knew better than anyone else what a lonely place the world was when you had no one to trust. Not to mention that Adam simply made his work a whole lot easier.
“You're brooding,” Adam said quietly. His voice was rough and cracked a little, a voice that had never regained its old softness after years in prison. But his frown was concerned, protective even, as if he didn't have enough on his mind already.
“Don't underestimate Bond,” Marius said finally. He was tense; he knew it was a useless reminder to someone as shrewd as Adam, but they couldn't afford any interference from overzealous MI-6 agents. “He's smarter than he looks. Don't let him expect a trap when you lead him to me.”
“He won't. Trust me, sir.”
And Marius did. If anyone was equipped to deal with the likes of James Bond, it was someone who used to be just as loyal to queen and country, before he realised that the world needed to be reshaped before it deserved any loyalty.
“Good.” Marius nodded and let go of Adam's neck, but before he could turn away Adam's hands were on his upper arms, a strong, steady grip that held him close. Marius frowned. “You shouldn't stay too long.”
“Nobody knows I'm here. And Bond is too busy seducing that gorgeous false lead you put in his way to come looking for me tonight.” Marius smirked at that; he had always appreciated how easily most men were distracted by a pair of long legs, especially if they thought those long legs carried some useful information with them. Still, for all that he had missed Adam's company in the last weeks, he wouldn't allow himself any careless self-indulgence, not at such a crucial moment.
“We both know that won't take him very long.”
Adam sighed in resignation, but he didn't let go yet. His right hand slid up to Marius' shoulder, then further up until his fingertips brushed against Marius' throat, the touch so faint it almost tickled a little. Rough callouses scratched against late-night stubble, and Adam smirked when he saw Marius swallow.
“Once I've brought him to you,” his voice had dropped to a whisper, “do you want me to kill him?”
His thumb was resting against Marius' pulse point, but they both knew that the slight quickening of Marius' heartbeat wasn't caused by fear.
“No,” Marius said after a moment's deliberation. “I'll do it myself. He has been such an impressive nuisance, I think he deserves that much of my attention.”
Adam chuckled, a low dark sound that Marius knew he would feel if he put his hand on Adam's chest, but this was neither the time nor the place for that. Instead he simply straightened his head a little, barely shying away from the touch, but it was enough for Adam to get the point. Marius sat down again, chin on his hand, and watched quietly as Adam stepped away and put his boots back on, then turned to leave.
“Adam.” There was really nothing else to discuss, but Marius found himself oddly averse to letting him go just yet.
“Sir?” Adam only half turned and looked back over his shoulder. Marius tapped on the newspaper.
“Good job.” Adam smirked, but behind the cocky confidence and the look that said what else did you expect? there was a real smile in his eyes. His greatest weakness, maybe, was how much he wanted, needed to be appreciated, although it was more amusing than an actual problem.
“It was a walk in the park. At least Bond will be a challenge.” Adam didn't wait for a reply before he left, and Marius still hadn't moved by the time Adam had locked the door again from the outside. He had no doubt that his right-hand man could deal with Bond, but he hated having to alter his plans even in the slightest. After years of preparation he certainly wasn't going to let one troublesome agent get in the way of long overdue change.
