#curlanya

“Am I evil?”

Anya looks over to Curly, then at Daisuke, rubbing his face slowly, while he hugs her arm. “…….”

“No one is truly evil, just a slave to their actions and past.” Curly utters out, his nails leaving marks on the arm of the couch.

“Quit scratching, you’ll irritate yourself.” Anya ushers gently but he stops her with a sad stare, “……Anya…you think, that spirit…was right?”

She hugs Daisuke close as if trying to shield him, “About my shortcomings, enabling….him.”

Anya sighs, until Daisuke spoke up. “Your only bad decision was hiring him, other than that. You just kept making mistakes, you hoped for a good chemistry between everyone with him. I’m not smart Cap, but….your way of thinking to help others is naive.”

They both were in shock at first but Daisuke sets his game console down, leaning into Anya’s shoulder. “Anya is capable and qualified to be your friend, so am I…so why? Why must you live in a world of darkness just to find light?”

As he asks this, Curly had to look at his hands. Holding back tears, “Maybe I was afraid of failing him? Or maybe….”

“You were afraid of his disappointment? The mind works in many ways Curly. We just have to, meet it half way.” Anya presses her forehead onto his, while he does the same. Daisuke joins in not a moment later, and they enjoy each other’s company.

Until the three retract, and start yawning. “Get to bed. I’ll be in the medbay.”

Curly nods, “Anya…um. I’ll join ya. Okay?”

Daisuke waves the two off as he heads to his own room, “I’m a heavy sleeper.” Anya chuckles at the remark, knowing Daisuke he probably wanted to check on Swansea.

But Jimmy, that was their main problem….ten months of this? What a shame.

“So, how will we deal with him?”

“…..I think I’ll have to train you. Redo psych evals…” Anya perks at his idea, seeing the initiative being grasped by the horns she holds Curly’s hand. “Hey maybe we could practice yoga and train together? Perhaps?”

“Mayhaps indeed.” Curly hugs Anya by the shoulder, “But first, our doctor needs some rest.”

I write a Curlya fanfic on AO3

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Last Chapter, "I WILL DIE YOUR DAUGHTER", is up!

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I write a Curlya fanfic on AO3

THAT LUCKY 0.01%

Fourteenth Chapter, "SO LONG, STUMBLING BLOCK", is up!

You can read it HERE

Versión en español AQUÍ

Post crash Crasona

Crasona stares at their prosthetic, “Painful…”

They look at Anya and then the therapist. “It’s simply hard to smile nowadays…”

“….You stated that you and Curly are life companions with Anya.”

Crasona nods at the therapist’s question, “I invited them to my home and returned to work as an editor, fashion model and tech engineering…Anya focuses on the medical field with my help…Curly…I tend to cater to him but he works as a leader type? Not sure trainer? Yes…”

Curly’s mentioned name causes the injured man to perk, he leans into Crasona’s hand while they caress his cheek. “Sadly he is…half deaf and struggling so I’ve been his rock…Anya doesn’t…”

They sigh, and Anya speaks. “I don’t really spend time with Curly often but, I do let him and Crasona rest together.”

“Let?” The therapist asks, now writing her words down. “Well, Curly tends to be a pushover and Crasona wanted to, she wanted to make him sleep alone.”

They both look at Crasona who merely shrugs, “It’s hard to cater to the man who failed your friend but, Anya expressed her resentment, her regrets and her empathy to me. Curly is human after all, complex and…dishonest about his mental state…”

Curly listens to them with a longing gaze, he realizes it was his turn to speak but. He couldn’t, “……” he didn’t know what to say.

So he makes a reference to three men, “One lost his legs, one lost his hands and the other lost his ears…”

The therapist writes everything down while his voice box speaks carefully, they stop and then realize the metaphor. “Your two coworkers Daisuke and Swansea, you said they both nearly died…”

“Mhm, had the military not made it. I believe Jimmy would have killed everyone…” Anya says while chuckles bitterly, “Ever since that day, it was the best moment of my life…being taken care of, seeing him behind bars but- when they told me I could never have children…”

Anya sighs, “It sort of stung…at some point I did want to have children. Marry a nice person, or- something…”

Crasona remains silent for the time being, listening to them speak, after it was time first the session to end they remained seated. The door shuts, Curly rests on the couch with tiredness. “Curly…”

Anya calls him but he covers his face with the prosthetic Crasona built, “….I’m a terrible Captain ya know….I let him on that ship, repeating the same words my old boss told me….”new opportunities await..”. Then I froze…fawned…stayed complicit…knew him when I didn’t even know him. Yet he knew me….everything about me, flaws, pros, cons…”

He stops talking after that.

“He didn’t even consider your feelings and I failed to support you.” Anya hugs him, staying quiet when he starts to sob. Crasona watches them, unable to connect emotionally but the woman lightly holds the two close.

It was difficult, understanding the emotions of others. But to feel them respond exceptionally to Crasona’s affection was enough for them. It means they didn’t fail…

(I had this platonic ship idea called Life Companion AU, basically where in post crash Curly and Anya agree to be life companions and care for one another through the pain and growth.

In this AU Crasona also joins in and enjoys their warmth.