Curwen Oneshots

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(Modern Day, They're Not Spies)

'I just don't get why you have to go so soon!' Curt wrapped his arms around Owen's waist from behind as he looked for his passport.
'I told you, I was only able to stay a week. I need to get home for work.' He stopped momentarily, before freeing himself from Curt's arms and continuing the search.
'Why can't you get a job here?'
'Dad would kill me if I left his business.' He held the passport up, making Curt frown.
'You can't let him dictate your life!'
'Curt, you know there's nothing I would love more than to stay here with you, but moving away from my family would be a big deal.'
'Wouldn't it be worth it?'
'Of course it would, love, but I just can't right now.'
'Well, when will I see you again?'
'I can try to get back in a couple of months, but I'm not sure.'
'I can't keep doing this. It kills me not to wake up with you every day.'
'It kills me too, but it's just how things have to be for now.'
'Owen, we've been together two years. Yet we've hardly been together.'
'I know, and I'm sorry,' He kissed Curt's cheek, 'But I've got to get going.'
'I'm really gonna miss you.' Curt's voice suddenly quietened.
'I'll miss you too. But I'll call you tomorrow.' Owen said softly as he walked past Curt, brushing their hands together.
Curt nodded as he watched Owen's face slowly disappear behind the door. He just wished Owen could stay with him. They dealt with long-distance well but they both knew it couldn't last much longer.
Owen stared at the door, almost as if it were transparent, as he fiddled with a ring box in his pocket. He had blown it. Again. He just couldn't work up the nerve to ask. He loved Curt and it killed him to leave, but he just couldn't bear the thought of disappointing his entire family. He knew his leaving paired with the fact that it was for a man wouldn't please them. He wasn't sure they'd want anything to do with him. He tried to shake off those thoughts and just went to the airport.
Curt just lay on the sofa for the rest of the day scrolling through his phone and watching TV. That's what he usually did on the days Owen left. He always needed a distraction but nothing seemed to really work. He just wanted Owen to move in with him, and he knew Owen wanted that too but was too scared to leave his family. He understood why, but hated the situation they were in.

~The Next Day

After arriving back at his apartment in London, Owen fell into his bed, quickly drifting off. He was happy because if he was asleep he, in theory, couldn't drive himself crazy thinking about Curt. But his subconscious thought otherwise.
He dreamt of a life where he and Curt lived together in America. Of course, as always happened in dreams, the story made very little sense but he still got the basic idea. He saw he and Curt in a life together and longed for a world where that could be real.
After he woke up, he called Curt as promised.
'Hey, Owen. How's London?'
'Raining, as per. And bloody freezing.'
'All the more reason for you to get your ass back here and stay this time.'
However much he laughed, Owen knew he was deadly serious, 'Uh, I've got to go. My dad's calling.'
'Okay. Talk to you later?'
'Of course, I love you.'
'Love you too.'

Owen just stared at the ceiling and breathed for a minute before calling another number.
'Barb?'
'Owen, hi-'
'Listen, Barb, I need your help.'
'Sure, what is it?'
'I don't have details yet, but one night this week I need you to keep Curt out of the apartment for a few hours.'
'...Why exactly?'
'I can't stay away any longer. I'm getting a flight out of this city before I freeze to death and I'm not coming back this time. Not to live, at least. I'll text you with details when I have them.'
Owen hung up quite abruptly, but he knew he couldn't waste a second. He got on his laptop immediately and booked plane tickets for the day after next and texted Barb. She agreed that Owen could stay with her and Tatiana the night he arrived and the next day, which was a Saturday so Curt was off work, and they'd get him out for the afternoon.
Owen nearly called to cancel when he realised he'd have to tell his parents, but he had let himself think it was happening and there was no going back. He loved Curt far too much for that.
Cautiously, he approached his parents' front door, which his mother opened and went to hug him, but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes.
'Hi, mum.'
She tilted her head as she looked at her son, 'What's wrong?'
'I've got to talk to you and dad. I'm going back to the US.'
'Come in.'
He followed her in, accepted a cup of tea and sat with his parents.
'Owen, you just got back. What are you wanting to go again for?' His dad asked.
'Dad, I'm sorry. I can't stay here anymore.'
'You're hardly here anyway.'
'I'm hardly there. A week at a time every couple of months isn't a lot.'
'I didn't think you wanted to stay longer.'
'Of course you didn't.'
'Where is all this coming from?'
Owen produced a small, silver ring with a pale blue diamond in the middle.
'You want to move to America for a girl?' His mum chimed in.
'Not exactly.' Owen took a deep breath, 'This is for my boyfriend. I've been trying to work up the nerve to ask for the last three times I've been out there. I can't wait any longer.'
'I- What?' His dad's eyes narrowed and his mum just stared.
'I'm going back to America to propose to my boyfriend. If all goes well, I'll be moving out there.'
'But, honey, you can't just leave behind your life here.' It was his mum's turn to speak and his dad's turn to stare.
'What life, mum? I work, I go home, I leave for a week. When I'm there, I get to be with Curt and we get to-'
'No, no, no. Stop all this. I will not let you give up your job and everything you have here for a man you think you're in love with. It's just a delusion.'
'I am in love with him, dad.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No!'
Owen winced as his father's hand came down on the coffee table.
'You tell me this is just a joke, or so help me god-'
'It's not a joke, dad. Get used to it.'
'I won't get used to my only son being a fa-'
'Yes. You will. Or you'll never have to speak to me again.'
'No, you're right. I won't. Until you get this nonsense out of your head, get out of my house and don't even think about coming back.'
'Fine.' Owen abandoned his cup of tea, glared at his mother and left the house, waiting until he was in his car to cry.

~The Next Morning

Owen was jittery with nerves as he boarded the flight, so much so that multiple flight attendants asked him if he was okay. He responded by nodding and putting on a fake smile, not too sure how convincing it was.
By the time they touched down in America, Owen's heart was practically punching through his chest. His eyes were watering and his hands were even more jittery than before. He got into a taxi to Tatiana and Barb's apartment and spent the whole hour just imagining possible ways Curt could react to the proposal. That was until the driver got his attention and he accidentally paid ten dollars more than he owed.
'Owen, hi.' Tatiana let him in, 'You don't look so good. Are you alright?'
'I just got disowned by my parents and I'm planning a proposal. I'm absolutely terrified.'
'I'm sorry about your parents.'
Owen nodded.
'There are blankets and pillows on the couch and you can just leave your bags anywhere in the living room.'
'Thank you, Tatiana. Thanks for helping me with this. Where is Barb?'
'Asleep already.'
'What's the plan for tomorrow?'
'We're taking Curt shopping at twelve. He should be home around three, giving you time to set up.'
'Sounds good.'
'Well, I'll let you sleep. Big day tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything.'
'Thanks.' Owen put his bags at the side of the sofa, kicked off his boots and slid under a blanket on the sofa. Figuring it was best to get it out now, he just let himself cry until, next thing he knew, Barb was waking him at half eleven in the morning.
'You gotta get up, hun.'
'But I'm tired!' Owen protested between yawns.
'I know, but Curt will be here very soon and you need to be out of sight so you don't spoil the surprise.'
'I guess. Oh, thanks for helping me with all this, by the way. I really appreciate all you and Tati have done.'
'Of course.' Barb smiled as she dragged Owen out of the living room and made him take a shower.
After he was dressed, Tatiana and Barb left, wishing him good luck before they did. Owen made sure his hair was perfect and questioned his outfit choice for a few minutes before he was confident in the white shirt, black jeans and his brown jacket with a pair of boots. Then he left for Curt's apartment.
He used his key to get in and put the ring on the kitchen counter, remembering to lock the door so he'd have a few seconds to get into position when Curt got back.

When Curt got back from his shopping trip with Tatiana and Barb, he was desperate to collapse on his bed. Much as he loved shopping, he was completely exhausted. He hadn't really slept much since Owen left.
He unlocked the apartment, gripped the handle, pushed down and as soon as the door opened the sweet smell of vanilla encircled him, making him smile. He pushed the door open further and saw candles lining the space from his front door to the balcony door. His eyes travelled down the path and he dropped his bags behind the door when he saw who was kneeling at the end.
'O-Owen?' He cautiously approached the man, who took his hand when he got there.
'Curt, you were right. We've been together for two years, yet hardly been together and I'm ready for that to change. When I left, it just about killed me. When I heard your voice over the phone, it reminded me that it was possible for me to keep living. For me to actually live happily. So, here goes.
'Curt Mega, my love for you continues to amaze me every single day, even after two years of loving you. There just aren't words to describe how I feel, so I hope this will do the job for me.' He brought out the ring box.
'Will you marry me?'
For a few seconds, Curt stood frozen, before his hand flew up to his face, he registered what was going on and he nodded. 'Yes, Owen, I love you.'
'I love you so much.' Owen slipped the ring onto Curt's finger, 'Wait, that's the right hand, right?'
'Yes.'
'Good.' Owen wrapped his arms tightly around Curt as the two cried.
'Owen?' Curt pulled away.
'Yeah?'
'Does this mean you're staying here?' He asked, his eyes looking like those of an excited puppy.
Owen nodded as he wiped a tear from under Curt's eye, 'I think it does, love.'
'I love you so much.'
'I can't wait to wake up next to you every morning.'

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(A/N: Heyyy, so I think I'm going to take a break from these just for a week because I'm out of ideas and just need a bit of time off, but I'm going to start posting another fan fic (full length Curwen one) in that time :) So far it is beyond bizarre but it's fun to write. I'll probably be back with these pretty soon anyway.)