#SAF cowen

[ohnoitsjetster]

[ohnoitsjetster]

It’s okay, I’ll go and talk to him. I’ll bring my gun because I’m supposed to but surely I won’t need it. Wish me luck! :)

Hey so you know how your boyfriend didn't come back from that mission? Yeah he was a good agent, his loss was a real blow. Well, good news is he's back!! Yeah but he's evil now. Sorry. Uh huh, he was corrupted by malicious forces that want to control the world. Mmm he's kinda killed a lot of people. No I think he's too far gone to be worth saving. I just watched him monologue on the stairs, it's not looking good. Sorry.

[junorpheus]

(or maybe it’s your love that keeps me up at night)

[barcstravis]

pathetic loser spy who never looks any different except for that time he took four years off to grieve his boyfriend #relatable

directly inspired by this post (@szollibisz) except owen changes far more than curt imo

[lindenhousedemos]

two more cowen gifs i made...i’m...suffering from brain rot </3

[saturnisfallingdown]

Anyone got tips for getting my crush to fall in love with me? Because according to the spies are forever ao3 tag I have to work side by side with them as spies for a couple years, slowly falling deeply in love with them, until the day they fall oddly quiet and take to the bar to spend the evening after our latest mission, which I become more concerned over than an average friend would, and once I finally convince their drunken self to come back with me to our government supplied hotel room, at long last they spill their heart and immense feelings for me expecting to be pushed away or turned in, only for me to spill my own feelings and we share our first kiss in that room, which tastes like whiskey and salty tears

[sapph0kinnie]

i hope agent curt mega & his husband, owen carvour, are having a very good pride month together and that nothing bad ever happens to them.

[sweetsmalldog]

[cant-think-of-a-name]

Can we talk about how in Spies are Forever the song “The Coldest Goodbye” is almost definitely is about Owen, but we just assume it’s about Curt on the first watch through. I think this because of lines like “lurking in the shadows\ watching your every move” and “your heart he’ll break” in this essay I will...

[haniawritesthings]

Spies are forever- Washington DC, 1954

@justqueentingz, @showstoppingnumbrr, @sweetsmalldog

So here it is. I'm really excited to start this series. There won't really be an overarching plot but I just want to explore Curt and Owens relationship. Next up will probably be how they got together.

Cynthia Houston was not having a good day. She stared down at the picture on her desk. 

"Susan, call Mega in," She muttered, looking up at her secretary. "And tell him not to fucking dawdle." This was not the first time pictures of her agents in compromising situations had come across her desk. As the director of the C.I.A, there were always sneaky photographers trying to blackmail her and her agents. This, however, was different. Usually, the photos just meant a ruined marriage and some embarrassment. If these photos were released...two of the world's best agents would be fired and imprisoned.

Curt Mega sauntered into the room, he may be an idiot, but he certainly had some confidence, Cynthia could give him that. "Mega. Sit down." He gulped nervously, his confidence disappearing as he approached.   “Look, Cynthia if this is about Copenhagen I can explain.” She scowled.

“It isn’t but thank you for reminding me about that shit fest. Susan!” He quickly ran over. “Remind me to yell at Curt about fucking things up in Copenhagen at 3 pm .” Susan nodded, before leaving the room. 

“So if it’s not about that…”

“Remember Leningrad?” 

“Leningrad went off without a hitch and was three months ago. Why bring it up now?” She sighed and slowly slid a black and white photo across the desk. It was focused on a window, half-obscured by a curtain. Owen and Curt were passionately kissing, Owen’s shirt half unbuttoned. Both of their faces were visible. Curt let out a small gasp looking away. He sighed, still not meeting her eyes. 

“Please Cynthia, I promise this won’t affect my work. I’ll take medication, go to therapy, just don’t fire me.” He was ever the drama queen, Cynthia didn’t have time for this. 

“I’m not firing you Mega. Not about this at least. And you aren’t going to therapy, there’s no need.” He looked up, obviously surprised. 

“Why?” 

“You’re not the only one with that secret.” She got up from her desk and took a long drag from her cigarette. 

"Oh!” Somehow Curt managed to look even more surprised. Of course, the dunce hadn’t realized.

“Mega, I’m a powerful, 40-something, unmarried woman. I’m shocked you didn’t already know.” She took another drag. “What? Did you think I hadn’t met the right man or some tom-fuckery.”  He finally looked up, obviously trying not to show any emotion. 

"When will I be assigned a new partner?" Cynthia violently rolled her eyes.

"You think I care that you're screwing Owen? Hell, I've known about it for years Mega." For the third time in the space of four minutes, Curt Mega looked shocked. 

"How? We-we were discreet." 

"You turned your com off nearly every time night fell on missions with Owen and when you didn't, you answered sounding out of breath. Also, you two can't walk into a room together without making fucking heart eyes." She threw her cigarette butt into the ashtray and swiftly lit a new one. "Most people wouldn't notice, but you still need to be more discreet. Like closing the fucking curtain before slobbering on each other." Curt suddenly looked up with a sense of urgency.

“I presume all but one copy of this photo was destroyed and the photographer was neutralized but…” He stopped, pondering his words.

“Spit it out, Mega.”

“Did they send a copy to MI6?” She sat back in her upholstered mustard chair and sighed. 

"You don’t think I’d already thought of that? We both know they would feel very differently about your relationship. They really need a more secure mail service.” Cynthia delicately picked up the picture, “As lovely as this is, I will be destroying it and not giving it to you as a fucking keepsake before you ask.” Curt nodded and started to get up and leave the office.  

“Not so fast Mega. There was another reason I asked you here. As you know, Eisenhower has been trying to discover and fire as many people of ahem certain persuasions as possible. Not just here in the agency, everywhere in the government." He nodded. “As your boss, I will do everything in my power to protect all agents under my jurisdiction. The Brits seem to be following our lead, so do tell Owen to be careful. I have little to no power there.” She tossed yet another cigarette butt into the tray. “Though if he ever wanted to join…” Curt rolled his eyes.

"Nice try Cynthia, you know he’ll never leave them.” He stood to leave and nodded curtly at his boss.

“Not even if you asked him?” Curt paused.

“Goodbye, Cynthia.”

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Curt Mega left her office, more flustered than usual. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. Cynthia knew… and didn’t hate him, what’s more, she was like him. He didn’t expect that the idea of his boss having any type of life outside the office was strange to think about. He would have been less shocked to find out that she was a robot that lived in a cupboard in the agency. A robot who’s politeness meter had malfunctioned. His thoughts buzzed around his head, Curt was usually clear-headed but today he felt jumbled. Owen, Cynthia said to tell him to be careful and Curt had an urge to talk to him. He walked to the phone box, or maybe he ran. Curt wasn’t quite sure. He dialled the familiar number, and slowly breathed out as the payphone rang. 

“Hello?”

“Owen?”

“Oh thank god, I was worried it was another Russian with a death threat.” Curt laughed, no matter the situation, Owen always seemed to be able to lighten the mood.

“Happening a lot recently?”

“Once, is more than enough, love.” He didn’t have time to chat, so he cut straight to the chase.

“Remember that night in Leningrad?” Owen chuckled on the other line.

“I don’t think it’s possible to forget a night like that.” Curt almost let himself get caught in the memory, but he knew this conversation had a purpose.

“Somebody saw and took a photograph, then mailed it to Cynthia as blackmail.” He heard his partner take a deep breath.

“Shit.“

“Cynthia destroyed all copies, neutralized the photographer and intercepted the package being sent to MI6.” Owen sighed a small sigh of relief, however, Curt could still tell he was tense.

“So are you jobless now? Will I be?” 

“She didn’t fire me and she’d never rat you out.” He wanted to reach through the phone and give him a hug.

“Are you being forced to do some sort of fucked-up therapy, then?” 

“No, that’s the thing, Cynthia’s like us. Well not exactly, but you know what I mean. We’re going to be okay.” Owen relaxed, and Curt could almost hear him smiling through the phone.

“Never would have predicted that, love.”

“She did warn us to be more careful, though. Close the curtains, all that stuff. And invited you to join the C.I.A, but that’s normal.” 

"So I’ll see you in Amsterdam?” 

"Can’t wait.”

[sapphic-cuddles]

This is the only thing getting me through quarantine.

[somedaughterofaphrodite]

Ok but has anyone written a fic of cowen or curtwen (?) Where they keep getting together in their past lives only to end up in the same scenario in SAF where try to kill one another even though really they still love eah other and i just sjsjsjahdhns

[too-many-lines]

I got into this musical this morning and I made this in 30 minutes

[youprivilegedfucks]

Can someone clear something up for me? Why does everyone ship Curt and Owen so much? Like I get that it's like Canon representation and in the beginning of the show they are actually like #goals but owen literally has tried to kill him multiple times?? I mean, it could be that we're all just doing what we do best and ignoring Canon (which I get). I'm just curious as to your guys' thoughts 🤔

[lindenhousedemos]

two (2) cowen/curtwen gifs i made because i cannot stop thinking about them

[plutos-stars]

torture tango is a cowen (curt/owen) song dont forget that