#D'arcy/Asta

[nashidakyouko]

If We Have to Go ~ D'asta (D'arcy/Asta)~ Resident Alien

Also on Ao3

SPOILERS FOR S3 OF RESIDENT ALIEN.

Ship: D'arcy Bloom and Asta Twelvetrees.

Summary: This could be the end, but at least D'arcy and Asta were together. // Word count: ~1100 // Rating: T

AN: I inserted a scene before Harry shows up in the S3 finale because D'asta is underrated. Asta would have broken the universe to find D'arcy and I am HERE for it. Also this is a bit cheesy, but I wanted that delicious cheese.

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The only thing that mattered now was that Asta had found her. Sure, everything else sucked something fierce—of course D'arcy fucked up sneaking a bomb onto a spaceship. But Asta was here now, holding D'arcy's hand through the bizarre, horizontal cell bars. Guess the hand-holding sitch was a mixed bag, too, since it meant they were in an actual alien prison—or would it be a brig?—and they were still probably going to die.

They were definitely going to die.

And then everyone on Earth was going to die, too.

The shit-uation was about the worst D'arcy had ever been in. Alien brig, end of the world, freak that wanted to eat them. His ominous, creep-tastic presence had put the slightest damper on D'arcy's mood. She'd been thinking they were going to live somehow. Not so much with people-eater salivating over there.

But if they had to die, she was unspeakably grateful that she'd be with Asta in the end. D'arcy's grip tightened just enough that Asta gave her a quizzical look. Instead of asking what was on D'arcy's mind, Asta squeezed back while raising an eyebrow. A nervous little smile played at the corners of her lips.

After a long moment, D'arcy let out a defeated sigh. “If I have to go out, I hope you're the last thing I see. Don't know how these little alien shits are gonna kill us, but as long as I'm seeing you—not them—I think that'll be enough. I mean, just barely. This still royally sucks and I don't think I could've fucked up worse. But seriously, I meant it earlier. I just love you. It's better just 'cause you're here, y'know?”

Asta stared with eyes both wide and soft, pushing herself away just a bit from the bars. “Yeah, I do know. I hate that it came to this. I hate that you tried to do this alone. But I was afraid I'd never see you again, so at least I did get to hear that laugh one more time.” Her smile was shy, yet brilliant. “Circumstances being what they are, I'll take the win...” She looked away, pensive for a while. “Even if they separate us to kill us, don't look at them. Close your eyes and think of me. I mean, if you think that would help.” Embarrassed, Asta began to pull her hand away.

D'arcy held fast. “Same to you. If we have to go out like this...” She shook her head. “... I'm sorry about all this, Asta.”

“You aren't one of the grey aliens bent on destroying the planet—unless you've really kept it close to the chest—so there's not much point in you apologizing... Though it is true you fucked up by trying to do this alone, and I am still a little mad about it.” Asta grinned. “Well, I guess that means you do have to apologize, huh? But what I mean is that if we die, none of that will matter anyway. I want us to be okay in the end. Always.”

The Mantid in the nearby cell spat loudly, clearly annoyed at the sappy conversation happening between these dumb, delectable humans. He just wanted to eat them already. Twin glares zeroed in on him. He took a step back and decided that these two might be a bigger threat than he initially thought. For now, other prey was the best choice. He scurried away in a hurry.

Asta cackled as he fled. “He ruined the moment for sure, but damn, at least we could scare the shit out of one alien tonight.”

D'arcy, however, got caught on that first part. “Moment?”

“I mean, yeah? Our beautiful moment of reconciliation before our inevitable deaths?”

D'arcy looked sharply away, wrenching her hand from Asta's. “O-oh, yeah. That kind of moment.”

“Of course? What did you think I meant, D'arce?” To say Asta was perplexed by D'arcy's sudden change was an understatement.

“Oh, nothing! We're totally and completely on the same page. Beautiful reconciliation. Same page, same page. We did great on that one! Good for us!” The wild gesticulating of D'arcy's hands and the edge of panic in her voice betrayed her words, but didn't necessarily clarify anything for Asta.

“Why are you being weird all of a sudden?” Asta tried repeatedly to catch D'arcy's eye, but the redhead steadfastly avoided her gaze. “C'mon, if you've got something to say, this is probably the last chance you'll ever have to say it.” As she spoke, Asta's mouth went bone dry.

Shit, the same thing applied to her. Last chance. Maybe Harry would save them, but this could be the last chance. That also meant the last chance to screw things up so bad that D'arcy might kind of hate her in the end. So which was more unacceptable? Missing the last chance to tell her, or risking her being upset about it?

Her brain short-circuited, leaving her staring into the middle distance with her hand half-way reaching to the person dearest to her in all the world (in a different way than Jay, of course, but that wasn't the point right now).

D'arcy didn't notice, but that was mostly because she still wouldn't look directly at Asta. She'd tried to say her piece earlier. Couched it in potentially platonic words or whatever, but she'd told Asta, hadn't she? She'd even told her again! But both times seemed to fly right over her best friend's gorgeous, perfect, amazing, and very stupid head.

The two of them sat in contemplative silence for far too long. When they finally looked at each other, the world faded away again. The only thing that mattered now was that their eyes met. Sure, everything else was truly some bullshit they were in. But their eyes still met.

There wasn't enough space between the cell bars to properly do what had to be done.

That didn't stop them from trying.

Hands tangled together again as they drew close to those damned bars. Yeah, there was just barely enough space to do one very important thing.

So together they leaned in and kissed.

The cold, slick bars of the cell pushed against their cheeks, but who even cared anymore?

The words were still stuck in their throats, but right now this mattered more.

They finally managed to meet in the middle.

Please don't let this be the only time. I don't want to have to go.

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AN: Thanks for reading!

Also for the love of god, if you like this ship let your feelings be known SOMEWHERE. I'm so sad how little stuff there is for them. I mean, even my straight mother has repeatedly said they should be canon, so where are the other fans??

DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Resident Alien but I'm Fandom Old and feel compelled to still use a disclaimer.

I DO claim naming the ship D'asta. I haven't seen anyone really give it a name and that one is sitting RIGHT THERE.

(can y'all believe I posted something after 3.5 years and it ISN'T in the Avatarverse? Truly wild)

[residentaliengif]

Is this girl talk? I want to play.

Resident Alien 3.01 Lone Wolf

[nenyc]

RESIDENT ALIEN | 03x03 - 141 Seconds

[syfysource]

Resident Alien 3.01 "Lone Wolf"

[inafieldofdaisies]

Resident Alien (2021-) | Season 3, Episode 2 “The Upper Hand” | Favorite scenes

Bonus for reaction gifs:

[daisyssousa]

Enver Gjokaj as Joseph the Grey Alien (Joseph Rainier) | "Resident Alien" Episode 03x01 | "Lone Wolf" (part three)

[smiledog15578]

Something I can't execute well, but did it anyway

[torchtour]

watch RA

[l3o-lion]

Let the girls be lesbians (asta & d'arcy)

[pzyii]

I don’t smoke by Mitski

[nashidakyouko]

Realization ~ D'asta ~ Resident Alien

Also on Ao3.

Ship: D'arcy Bloom and Asta Twelvetrees.

Summary: In the aftermath of the crevasse incident, D'arcy realizes she's in love with Asta. Word count ~700.

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Realizing that life wouldn't be worth it without Asta was more than a wake up call. Suddenly, D'arcy was aware that Asta was the only thing she was living for in this shit-hole town. It felt a bit weird to have a specific moment she could point at and say That's when I knew. That just wasn't how things usually went for her.

D'arcy never had a specific moment when she realized she liked girls just as much as she liked boys. She didn't have a specific moment when she realized she should stay as quiet about that as she could in a small town in Colorado, either. No specific moment she realized she loved to ski, or that her parents only valued her if she could prove that value. These were all just things that she knew before she understood that she knew.

She always seemed to either have known all along or get slapped in the face with information that should have been obvious.

But it turned out that there was a specific moment of realization that she was in love with Asta. She still couldn't say how long she'd loved her, but D'arcy knew when her arm was crushed trying to climb out of that damn crevasse. Because if it had only been her, she was pretty sure she would have given up. Harry wouldn't have been enough of a motivation, either. It was the thought of Asta freezing to death that drove D'arcy to climb. Again and again, no matter how many times she slipped.

This was also the moment D'arcy realized that this had always been true. Without Asta, there was no getting up, no pushing forward, no holding her life dear enough to deem it worth protecting. After her Olympic disaster, D'arcy might never have stood again if Asta hadn't shown up out of nowhere and pulled D'arcy out of the dark. So the crevasse was D'arcy's turn to pull Asta up, too. Except literally, in this case.

When she was told her forearm had fractured and she'd broken a finger and thumb during the escape, she paled. That meant that all that screaming pain she felt could have made escape impossible. In fact, it probably should have. By all accounts, she, Asta, and Harry ought to be dead in the ice.

“That's adrenaline for ya. Feats of unhuman strength.” Ellen quipped as she braced D'arcy's bones.

“Hey, pretty sure you mean super human. Unhuman seems kind of rude to say about the hero here.” D'arcy scowled as Ellen feigned regret.

Ellen rolled her eyes as she adjusted the last strap. A full cast wasn't going to be required, but D'arcy was going to have to wear braces and splints for a while.

“Right, totally. But you just became super human because you're really gay for Asta and love is basically the same thing as adrenaline.” Ellen lightly smacked D'arcy's arm, giving her a fake smile when D'arcy grunted at the pain.

Just as the nurse was leaving the room, D'arcy frowned. “Wait, when did you realize I'm in love with Asta? I only just figured that out like three hours ago.”

Ellen's ever-sardonic face remained impressively impassive, relaying information to the patient (though one could always debate the quality of Ellen's bedside manner). “You've shown symptoms for years, starting just before your Olympic trials. But since Asta left Jimmy, I'd say the infection spread out of control. If you only noticed it three hours ago, it may be too late. I think it's terminal. I'm not the doctor, but it's an easy chart to read.”

“Are you insightful or just a bitch?”

“I don't know. I just know I'm better than you.”

“Bitch it is, then.” D'arcy said. She and Ellen stared each other down, then Ellen gave an exaggerated shrug and left.

D'arcy stayed a moment, examining her bound arm with a sigh. “Well, Asta, looks like I've got some cheesy confession to make.”

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Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Alien.

[mametupa]

[orangechickenpillow]

Never thought I'd get emo over an alien willingly sharing his pizza with his friends and also initiating a hug but here we are

[syfysource]

Resident Alien 2.01 "Old Friends"

[inafieldofdaisies]

Resident Alien (2021-) | Season 3, Episode 1 "Lone Wolf" | Favorite scenes

[3rdbogwitch2theleft]

*watching Resident Alien season 3 undermine and almost completely sideline the one of the core friendships that made me fall in love with it*