#bianuca

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i thinkkk they might be more than friends

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[yuri-pdf]

tfw you run into your ex situationship on the red carpet and end up on the cover of a tabloid. and your mutual friend is saying she wants violate an nda so she can spill your messy relationship drama to the press (version w/o text under cut)

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Does anyone here ship biana x maruca or is it just me

[dreaming-of-the-end]

futures and dreams (and other non-fading scars): Bianuca

A/N: Hi @uni-seahorse-572, I'm your secret santa! Thanks @song-tam for hosting!

Summary: Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

TW: mentions of blood/violence/wounds

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Biana's lips part as she sleeps, in soft contrast to the rest of her twisted face. Maruca wants to trace a finger down her skin, soothe the wrinkle between her brows, let her eyes rest easy instead of pressed tight.

At least she's finally asleep.

The bandages wrapped across most bare skin make the idea of rest impossible: three hours ago, she was pinned down to keep from writhing, with teeth clenched so hard they ground audibly as Elwin and Livvy plucked shards of glass from her skin, then poured a disinfectant elixir over the jagged wounds. The numbing elixir barely eased the pain for her. Elwin said some of the glass had gone too deep.

Maruca wants to hold her hand, but even if she could do that without causing her pain, she isn't sure what it would mean. Years before, there wouldn't have been any sort of hesitation, only relief, comfort, familiarity.

The thing is, she knows the feeling of her hand so well that seeing those fingers twitch in her sleep is a phantom pain, an absence so familiar that feeling it is easier than it would be to feel the real thing.

Biana's mouth purses and her face screws up on itself for a moment before fading back into worried sleep.

(god, that mouth.)

Livvy had taken her aside, an hour ago, when the bandages had just been wrapped and the color had still been gone from her skin. "Elwin will tell them that the scars might fade. He will give her a possibility, maybe a hope."

"And you?" Maruca asked.

Livvy looked at her. "Maybe in a hundred years, there will be nothing remaining from this day on her skin. But the scars will still be there."

Maruca scrubs at her face with her hands.

She can hear Fitz in the next room talking to his parents, swoops of anger filling the area before he remembers to keep his voice down. Della's sobs punctuate the conversation. Alden's voice is lower than usual, pieces of his crisp accent lost in raspy worry.

Sometimes, it's like it only took a day for their family to fall apart. But then Maruca remembers it really took two, even though she wasn't around for either of them.

One: Alden's mind break. Two: Alvar's betrayal.

She wonders if this day will be the third. She knows it would have been if Fitz and Dex had taken any longer, or if Livvy hadn't been in Atlantis, or if they hadn't found her in time.

Still, all she knows is that there was the last day she was there: when Della was smiling, when Alvar was making his stupid jokes, when Alden could tease his children without worrying about the consequences, when Fitz still had that laugh that didn't turn dark halfway through. When Biana's breaths were even and balanced and calm.

And then there was every day after. When she'd see them in public, or in meetings, or in school, and suddenly the memory of the planting scattered its leaves through every long-lasting look, or there was a missing piece from their unified front.

If they hadn't found her in time.

The thought is more than a prickle or a pang. It's an explosion, a road to a future without her. A future she never imagined, never wanted to imagine.

All the future she'd imagined consisted of kisses in the dark and smiles across a bright room and fingers tracing arms and thumbs scraping across cheekbones and dark hair twisted carelessly around a knuckle and limbs slung over stomachs—

Goodbye does not have to go both ways.

It doesn't even have to go one way. Biana never said goodbye, but neither did she. They never made a promise not to grow apart, but Maruca doesn't think it would have mattered.

In the end, it wasn't a clean break.

It was a drawn-out pull, like a strand of yarn from a threadbare sweater. It unraveled so quickly and so suddenly that all of a sudden Maruca was left with threads the size of hairs and no way to weave them back together. It took several months of wondering when it would happen and then all of a sudden she was gone.

Gone.

"I'm scared of losing you," Biana had told her once upon a time. Back before the first time falling apart. Not the Vackers, but them.

Well, great job, Bee. 'Cause now she's fucking terrified.

Biana stirs. 

Fitz is there immediately, thanks to his sixth sense that tells him whenever a sibling is either dying or betraying him. He leans over the bed, hand hovering an inch above her cheek, her hair, the closest he can be.

Maruca was scared for him, of him when she'd arrived. Eyes bloodshot, voice breaking every other word. He'd let go of her hand and then his nails had almost gone through his skin from clenching his fist too hard. He'd tried to smile at her and she caught a glimpse of a wild animal prowling, barely hidden anymore.

Dex had rested a hand on his shoulder, and it calmed and provoked him, sending him pacing and tearing his hands through his hair and eventually, sitting by her bed with his mouth moving, whispering to her what she'd never be able to hear. Dex sat beside him for hours, even if he's gone now, mixing elixirs for the scars that will never truly fade.

Maruca sits on her other side, staring at the bandages and thinking that maybe she should go into healing if only so she'd have some idea of how to be useful.

"Biana," Fitz whispers. Her eyes crack open.

Maruca almost retreats, but she's never hidden before and she refuses to now. She crosses her arms over her knees and twists her fingers together.

"Did we win?" Biana asks, her voice gravelly from sleep and screaming.

Fitz hesitates.

"They saved the city," Maruca says. Biana's eyes widen, flicker over. Then they drink her in like there's no one else she'd rather see and there it is. The reason she fell for her in the first place. That power, that makes her feel like no one else in the world matters, like no one else could make her complete. Maruca clears her throat and refuses to look away. "Linh did. And Sophie, Keefe. They saved Atlantis. Gisela tried to flood it, but they blocked up the barrier, held back the ocean."

Biana tries to sit up, mouth pressing into a fine line as she feels all the bandages over her neck, cheek, arm, and side. Fitz helps her, eyebrows pressed into a worried line. Still, relief eases the tension in his neck, the stiffness in his shoulders.

"So, did we win?" Biana repeats.

"Some will say yes. The Council will say yes." Maruca shrugs. She sees the gray in Biana's skin and can't imagine how it can fit together with victory. "I don't know."

"Sophie's parents," Fitz says. "They're safe. Everyone is safe."

Something eases in Biana's face. "Some losses. Important wins."

"You could say that," Maruca says. Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

She's absorbed, as everyone ends up some way or another where Biana Vacker is concerned. It's not that she thinks of nothing else, but it is that along with all those other things she's still there, lingering just behind as an echo. Maruca considers a question on her Universe worksheet and finds the stars reflected in teal eyes.

This is the Vacker effect. The pull, the gravity of it enough to harness the moon into orbit. The power leaks from them like tea drips from a teabag once it's turned the boiling water dark. You can sense it when they walk into a room. Any of them, but especially her.

At least, this is what Maruca assumes everyone else sees.

For a moment, the feeling disappears and a weight takes its place in a band around Maruca's throat. The feeling is missing her, and it's not that it abates but that it's overwhelmed by hating her.

In the end, she's the first to look away.

[flori-doodles]

(“Don’t you miss those days? Where everything was easier?”

“…It’s not that easy, Maruca.”)

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[hopeless-venus]

Bianuca for @synonymroll648 !!

(My attempt at)Younger Biana dragging Maruca away from foxfire and probably into mischief! I love drawing Maruca you guys have no idea

[an-ungraceful-swan]

Official Kotlc Ship Tier Ranking!

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No thoughts. Just Them

Fitz and Keefe - in love with Sophie? Nah. In love with each other. One of my favorite dynamics tbh

Sophie and Biana - an old favorite, my first queer ship that i kept. Absolutely adorable. I thought you liked my brother? Nope? <3

Sophie and Stina - should be my personality. Hekster is the best ship actually

<3

Marella and Linh - fire water dynamic? The best. Powers you’re afraid of? “Additional training”? Mwah

Marella and Biana - they dated precanon no one can convince me otherwise

Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz - love triangle solved. Sophie has two hands. They are in love your honor

Sophie and Glimmer - I have a fic about this. It worked it’s way into my heart

Tiergan and Prentice - I thank @gay-otlc for this one. <2

I am your average enjoyer

Grady and Edaline - two words. Domestic fluff. (Also angst)

Maruca and Biana - I saw this ship as little miss perfect and was never normal again

Quinlin and Alden - and they were cognates

Cyrah, Prentice, and Tiergan - honestly a flex by Wylie to have three parents

Della and Livvy - qualden and dellivvy is mlm wlw solidarity

Stina, Maruca, Marella, and Linh - four horse girls of the apocalypse is iconic tbh

I could be intrigued

Keefe and Dex - I almost wrote something for this. It has to be done well or I don’t like it though

Fitz and Dex - Fitz sees it as friends to lovers Dex sees it as enemies to lovers and they are in love. It’s great.

Sophie and Keefe - I see the appeal, and I could be convinced it’s just.., meh

Fitz, Keefe, and Dex - interesting in theory. They all take dex’s last name

Maruca and Stina - nothing wrong with it, would love to draw it.

Marella and Stina - I would call them friends but I wrote about it and now it’s stuck in my head. Redheks for life

Tiergan and Alden - exes 100%

Cyrah and Prentice - the angst potential

Keefe and Tam - I dunno. I can appreciate it but it doesn’t hit the spot.

Fintan and Bronte - not my cup of tea but the dynamic tho. Never being able to be together, and being feared, lovers to enemies.

Kenric and Oralie - adorable. Wish we could see more

Fintan and Dimitar - an interesting ship. That’s all I’ll say.

Tam and Fitz - heheh titz

Linh and Glimmer - linh is salty because of glimmer taking her brother? No. She’s in love with glimmer and is jealous

Better off friends

Sophie and Fitz - I have an essay on this I promise. They really are ough

Dex and Linh - guys. Guys come one. They are friends

Bo and Ro - I have 0 feelings toward this and I want it to stay that way.

Marella and Tam - this feels like jamming two Barbie dolls together but worse.

Della and Alden - I would get front row seats to their divorce

Sophie and Linh - I don’t see it. Interesting in theory, in execution they should be friends.

Sophie and Tam - I am manifesting their friendship in stellarlune

Marella and Keefe - they are gay in opposite directions trust me Shannon said so

Why tho? You did this for what?

Sophie and Dex - one word. Cousins.

Keefe and Biana - this feels like a crime

Tam and Biana - this has been done well once, otherwise it just feels pointless

Marella and Jensi - like a two year old mixing cake and ketchup

Tam and Glimmer - this will happen and it makes my blood boil

I will fight these shippers in a dennys parking lot

Fitz and Linh - I don’t know why but this will be the death of me

Wylie and Linh - *singing* wylie is an adult. Wylie is an adult.

Stina and Fitz - I have seen this once and I immediately realized this person hated both of them.

[synonymroll648]

if canon outright denies that maruca got her blue streak from biana and maruca messing around with hair dye as kids, and that maruca decided to keep the blue streak even after the fallout because it was too dear to her heart, then i will flip a table and scream