#spies and espionage

[bird-slayer-brainrot]

....In Love and Espionage - Ineffable Husbands but they're spies

(TW. reference to WWII and related content ie. bombing, Nazism, spying but nothing graphic.)

Crowley pulled the chair out from under the table. The scraping of metal against concrete alerted his company, but Aziraphale remained as he was, looking down at an unopened letter he clutched in his ungloved hands.

After a few moments, in which Crowley settled himself, removing his hat and coat and sipping the coffee Aziraphale had, knowingly, already ordered him. It tasted burnt and acrid. War rations, probably. Crowley looked at his surroundings. The cafe in some dirty corner of Soho (Aziraphale sent for Crowley, it was never the other way around. That was the new arrangement.), and it really put into context the quality of the coffee blend.

"Good afternoon." Aziraphale said in a low, quiet voice, still not looking up from his papers. Crowley made a noise in response. They were quiet a few moments more. This was not unusual. It was all part of the routine, really. Meet-ups remained short, unfussy affairs. They met in bars, parks, cafes, exchanged greetings, information, and then parted. It had been like this since their assignments began.

Crowley tried not to dwell on it. The assignments. The arrangement. The war. It was dragging, the flame of hate dimmed in periods of inactivity. Then, when the Germans dropped more bombs or the English secured a victory, there it was again. It was exhausting, keeping up. Crowley was tired. Exhausted. And it all seemed in no hurry to end.

Aziraphale folded his hands. Crowley met his eye. It was time.

"I'll keep this brief." His tone was steady, unswayed. This was a side of Aziraphale that, before the war. Hell, even before the "arrangement" - in an unofficial capacity - even began. "I need you to answer this truthfully."

Crowley smirked slightly. "I will not lie to you, Angel."

Aziraphale took a breath.

“Are you working with them?”

"Aziraphale!" Out of anything Aziraphale could have said (and it could, quite literally, have been anything. Aziraphale spoke almost every language. He predated language.)

“Shhh.” Aziraphale scolded, darting his head around. The cafe was still empty. He turned to look back at Crowley, frowning “Keep your voice down! You never know who might be listening.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure, because the single waiter and the old lady walking her dog are surely itching to here what two people having coffee have to say."

This earnt him a look from Aziraphale. Crowley took another sip of his coffee.

"Will you please..." Aziraphale sighed again. He'd been doing a lot of that lately. "Would you please just answer the question?"

Crowley nodded. “No," he answered. "‘Course not. “Are you?”

"Of course not!" Aziraphale had the audacity to sound indignant. Just like him, too, even though he'd been the one to accuse Crowley not a moment ago, "I just thought, considering all the fighting happening on the Russian lines, with the Nazis." Aziraphale paused for a moment, "Hell might have decided to, you know, switch their agenda."

Crowley nodded in understanding. It was fair enough, really. Crowley really wouldn't put it past Hell to align themselves with whoever they believed to be winning.

"What about you guys?"

Aziraphale sipped his tea, before placing it down. "Of course not. Heaven just wants this war over.”

“So does Hell.” at this, Aziraphale looked at him, startled. “Don’t be surprised. As soon as the war’s over and one, there’ll be, quite literally, hell to pay.”

Aziraphale nodded, before picking up the letter. He knew what this meant. A war was only as terrible as what came after. The devastation, the hate. The pain.

“Why don’t we just talk in your bookshop." Crowley suggested. "Wouldn’t that be, you know..."

Safer. He was going to safer. Aziraphale frowned. 

“Well, actually,” 

“I figured this would be. Just in case I was being…” the angel paused for a moment. “Followed.” he said softly, glancing down. 

Crowley tried not to let the alarm show on his face, but inside he was fuming. 

He knew this was a dangerous job, but it’s not like demon’s had much of a choice. But for Heaven to put Aziraphale and the whole blasted human race at risk like this was just…. Well, it was exactly like them. No, Crowley was already sick of this war. He knew he had a part to play in it ending. He just didn’t wish it came with such a risk. The involvement of supernatural beings such as them meant something. It meant that they were important in this. The greatest risk wasn’t just discorporation. No, this threatened the outcome of the war as a whole. Heaven and Hell might not have cared about the actions of humans beyond sticking it to each other when they could, but Crowley, hell, Aziraphale too, cared. Cared way more than they let on. 

“I see.” Crowley stated in a cold voice. Aziraphale looked up at the demon, but he was looking away. 

“I am glad.” Aziraphale sighed, pressing a napkin to the corner of his mouth. “It means we are in agreement of how to act moving forth. I shall be in correspondence?” he spoke the word like a question, but Crowley knew better than to think it was anything but a statement of fact. “Do let’s try to act safely about this, my dear.” Crowley looked up. Aziraphale was glancing slowly around them, probably checking to see if anyone had noticed them. When he was satisfied, he stretched his hand across the table, and placed it gently over Crowley’s. The heat of it stung, and Crowley suddenly felt as though he had been mistaken for an ant colony, and all the misplaced soldier ants were trying to crawl back inside of him. “I would hate for you to get hurt, Crowley.”

Aziraphale paid the check, and left. Crowley remained in his seat for a quarter of an hour or so, then stood up and exiting the cafe, leaving  in the opposite direction to the angel. 

-

Two weeks later…

A letter came in the male of Crowley as promised. Crowley sat at the desk in the sitting room of his Mayfair flat. It was a new addition to the space. He’d never really had a need for a desk before all the war business began, but where else was he supposed to sit down and write letters, if not a desk. He read the letter once, committing its contents to memory.

That same evening, Crowley exited the motor car, careful not to let the train of his skirts not trail across the puddles left by the day's rain. The letter Aziraphale had sent requested Crowley's presence at a small get-together hosted by a Mr Fredrick Brown. This was a fake name. This was an important mission. It had to go perfectly.

Crowley entered the building. Immediately, he spotted Aziraphale speaking with another , and made his way over to the angel and his companion. As he slid up next to the angel, Aziraphale turned his head and, after taking him in, gave him a knotted expression.

“And this must be the lovely Mrs Phale.” the man, who likely hadn't anticipated being interrupted, as seen in the expression of abject annoyance on his face which was only partially masked by British politeness (but not will enough). He watched Crowley with almost sly amusement, taking in the red curls tumbling over Crowley's shoulder, down the line of his slim, black gown. Aziraphale watched Crowley out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, Mr Phale, it has been a pleasure conversing with you." he said in a tone that suggested the opposite. "Go, dance with your lady. I shall hope to speak to you again soon." he waved them off cheerily. Aziraphale, who had at some point taken Crowley's arm in his own, maneuvered them around. They walked a few steps onto the floor. A slow waltz played in the room, and as they stepped, Aziraphale spoke.

"Mr Brown." he said almost breathlessly, spinning Crowley. "Has invited me to dinner. To discuss plans." Aziraphale said in a hushed voice. He was shorter than Crowley, and Crowley could feel the lingering traces of Aziraphale's breath against his neck.

"Good job." Crowley replied quietly. "So, intelligence gathered. Can we go now?"

At this, Aziraphale let out a short, soft laugh.

"We could." Aziraphale replied. The waltz ended, and a more upbeat tune played. Still, they remained as they were. "We could leave right now. If we wanted to."

They stayed for an hour more. When they left, they left together.

-

"I missed you."

Aziraphale couldn't help the noise that came out of his throat then. It was halfway between a whimper and a sob. Like a deer trapped in a blackberry bush, trying to detangle itself. Hopelessly.

He didn't pull away, though. He didn't want to.

It had been too long. Far too long.

The war had ended. The war had ended. They were in the bookshop, and Crowley was clinging to Aziraphale like he couldn't stand the thought of letting go, even for a second. And he couldn't. Even if his arms went numb and fell off. Even if a bomb dropped on them now and restarted the war. That war had taken so much out of them. So much out of everyone. This short, small moment in a bookshop in Soho was nothing compared to everything else. But it was happening and it was theirs, and that meant everything.

When Crowley had got the news, he'd climbed into the Bentley and driven to Aziraphale's as fast as he could. Aziraphale had been waiting for him, had set out wine. Crowley ignored it.

Aziraphale held him. He didn't say anything, but even that didn't matter. Because the war was over and, for a moment, everything was a little bit safer. Humankind... Aziraphale, they were all safe. And that, for the moment, was the peace the end of the war brought.

[justmytype95]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Arthur Ketch/Original Female Character(s), Arthur Ketch/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Love Triangle, Spies & Secret Agents, Slow Burn Summary:

Morgan moved cities for a fresh start- and because she needed the bump in pay to help her make payments on her mounting credit card debt. after surviving a vampire attack which turns out to be more than it seems, morgan is pulled to the world of supernatural, monster hunting, and the men of letters. But the men of letters don't like loose ends, and offer Morgan a job with them to keep her closer. At first the bump in pay seems like exactly what she needs to wipe her slate clean, but slowly Intrigue and tension form and she finds herself torn between the affections of two men.

On the one hand, Dean is fun loving and compassionate, and the two share a mutual attraction, but Morgan doubts he's ready for a relationship, with all the commitment and baggage that goes along with it.

Arthur is harder to win over. Morgan isn't sure if his interest in her is superficial, but they form a bond working alongside each other that makes her wonder where the relationship could go.

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

On 7/31/2019 Trump has a private meeting with Putin. On 8/3/2019, just 3 days after his private meeting with Putin, Trump issues a request for a list of top US spies. By 2021 the CIA reports an unusually high number of their agents are being captured and/or being murdered. During the search executed at Mar A Lago the FBI find more documents with lists of U.S. informants on them.

A Timeline

• FBI wiretapped Russian gambling ring headquartered at Trump Tower for two years - March 21, 2017

• Trump revealed highly classified information to Russian foreign minister and ambassador - May 15, 2017

• Trump, Putin Meet For 2 Hours In Helsinki - July 16, 2018

• Rand Paul Goes To Russia And Delivers Letter For Trump, Marking Our Era Of Irony - August 9, 2018

• Following the Money: Trump and Russia-Linked Transactions From the Campaign to the Presidential Inauguration - December 17, 2018

• The US extracted a top spy from Russia after Trump revealed classified information to the Russians in an Oval Office meeting - September 10, 2019

• Trump’s Loose Lips Force US to Extract Spy From Kremlin - September 10, 2019

• Was Mar-a-Lago Trespasser a Tourist or a Spy? A Judge Said Her Story Didn’t Hold Up. - November 25, 2019

• Trump downplays massive cyber hack on government after Pompeo links attack to Russia - December 19, 2020

• Russia has been cultivating Trump as an asset for 40 years, former KGB spy says - January 29, 2021

• There was Trump-Russia collusion — and Trump pardoned the colluder - April 17, 2021

• Longtime GOP operatives charged with funneling Russian national’s money to Trump, RNC - September 20, 2021

• Captured, Killed or Compromised: C.I.A. Admits to Losing Dozens of Informants - October 5, 2021

• Files Seized From Trump Are Part of Espionage Act Inquiry - August 12, 2022

• Ex-Clinton aide implies 'President of France' file found at Trump's home during Mar-a-Lago raid could be valuable to Putin as 'kompromat' - August 13, 2022

• Inventing Anna: The tale of a fake heiress, Mar-a-Lago, and an FBI investigation - August 22, 2022

• Russians used a US firm to funnel funds to GOP in 2018. Dems say the FEC let them get away with it - October 30, 2022

• Trump makes shocking comments about trusting Putin over US 'intelligence lowlifes' - January 31, 2023

• Russia's Prigozhin admits links to what US says was election meddling troll farm - February 14, 2023

• GOP operative sentenced to 18 months for funneling Russian money to Trump- February 17, 2023

• Trump allegedly discussed US nuclear subs with foreign national after leaving White House: Sources - October 5, 2023

• 'So appalled': What witnesses told special counsel about Trump's handling of classified info while still president - April 24, 2024

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[homkamiro]

I don't know if you're interested in engiespy but just hear me out

I saw again that post of yours where Spy said sth like "blessing? over my dead body!" or something like that

So, since Fred Conagher, Engineer's dad can be canonically still alive, can Spy get into the similar situation?

Like look, Fred would be much more against Spy and Engineer's relationship that Spy is against Sniper and Scout's relationship. He, as an engineer, would hate Spy as class; as a cowboy he would hate Spy for being pseudo-intellectual and how "fancy" he is; as a old christian person he would hate Spy for induce his son to sin. Spy basically literally has no chance to get his blessing. Which might lead to situation where he tells Engineer he hates his dad and Engineer will get kinda defensive about his family.

And that would be +1 reason for Sniper and Scout to make fun of Spy

That's actually a brilliant idea that I've been laughing about for a month🥹my comic came out more in a comedic manner, but that topic deserves a whole serious fanfiction me thinks...Thank you for your idea!!!

[arushofbulletstothehead]

Guys who are most likely dead in canon

[dueling-jesters]

The m-abortion zootopia fancomic spoof wasn't actually accurate. I think White Spy would be supportive, if not more than supportive.

This one's mainly a joke, but done to clear things up. Hope the last bit isn't too suggestive for this site.

[opendirectories]

[ricky-mortis]

Howdy hello- guess who made a wings au :)

More to come with this eventually- I’m working on my designs for other characters at the moment, but for now we’ve got Red-Tailed Hawk for Curt and Eagle Owl for Owen.

For DMA I had Barn Owl wings because a) Barn Owls are beautiful and I wanted to draw the wings for them, and more importantly, b) Owen would probably want to disguise his wings, and it would make sense if it was as a different type of owl. I just assume he’d dye his feathers in some way or another. Look- just don’t think about it too much.

[ariastarke]

You want SJM to write another book about training to fight because you can’t comprehend a female character being badass and having agency unless she holds a sword.

I want SJM to write a book about Elain training to be a spy because it plays on themes of everyone underestimating her, her powers as a seer, claiming agency in the NC, becoming a hidden weapon, and still maintaining the roots of her character.

We are not the same.

[anonomi]

Drew my engineer oc Theodore (+ my spy oc who is in the role of being a sack of potatoes over the shoulder). They were supposed to be sketches but i got too into them

[commander-ben]

[colleybri]

Andor and The Americans: “The Struggle comes first. We take what’s left.”

Updated post

I’ve now finished watching The Americans (Soviet couple living in deep cover, complete with two children, in early 1980s USA ) . The finale had me not just crying but literally sobbing . They stuck the landing so perfectly.

Andor could take any of these deep-cover plot lines in Season 2, but I’m personally more intrigued by the psychological effect of everything that the spies have to do.

Sleeping with strangers? Seducing minors? Even marrying somebody, to keep them close ? Check.

Murdering totally innocent people simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Check.

Building up trust, friendship or even love with somebody… And then having to face killing them if and when they discover the truth? Check.

Even if that’s someone is very close to you. Family, even. If, for example, they panic. Or say that they’ve had enough.

Constantly working out the equation of how much the cause matters to them versus their love for each other.

Yes. All this. They are truly living Luthen’s monologue: “ I burn my decency for someone else’s future.”

Honestly, if there are any Andor fans out there who have not already seen The Americans: do so. It takes a season or so to really warm up and be aware that the on-screen sex and violence is obviously more extreme than anything we would get in Andor. Meanwhile, there are a few Cassian x Jyn AU fics out there and a Cassian and Vel purple marriage or two which might also scratch the ‘living in a relationship in deep cover’ itch while we wait. 

And when major characters are killed in The Americans… there is sometimes very little warning. Iykyk.

Stephen Schiff was a main writer on The Americans and also wrote Andor episode 7. One of my favourite episodes… he is a master of subtext, and his The Americans episodes have that in spades. 

[clemsfilmdiary]

The Man with the Golden Gun (1974, Guy Hamilton)

10/23/24

[the-river-rix]

I love fantasizing about Bones characters watching spies are forever (and also Zack and Fisher specifically watching psycho and psycho ii because I have a very specific and funny vision for it)

[exitmusicforastory]

Conventional Weapons Introduction:

They say the past is a ghost, but for Nadya Arkanova, it’s a shadow—one she can’t outrun. Trained as an assassin since childhood, Nadya is a weapon of precision and purpose, her humanity buried beneath layers of deception and blood. But the ghosts of those she’s lost, and the man she was forced to betray, refuse to let her go.

Sasha Morozov was the perfect soldier until he became the perfect target. Programmed for loyalty, stripped of his identity, and haunted by fragments of the man he used to be, he’s now a rogue force caught between vengeance and redemption.

Markus Sauber has always worked in the darkness, a relentless crusader with a fractured soul. Driven by his own moral code and the scars of a family torn apart, he sees through lies and thrives in chaos. But even he is drawn into a web of manipulation when his hunt for Nadya reveals truths that could shatter them all.

In a world where enemies wear familiar faces and trust is the deadliest weapon, their paths collide in a game of survival. As alliances shift and old wounds resurface, Nadya, Sasha, and Markus must confront the ghosts of their pasts—or be consumed by them.

Conventional Weapons is a tale of broken heroes, unforgivable choices, and the search for meaning in a world built on lies. For fans of dark intrigue, action-packed espionage, and the delicate balance between humanity and destruction.

[circleturk]

Trust no one