*doesn't really know what to say*
um. here's a kiana superhero au (well duh), requested by @Therealglitterbutt on the kotlc wiki
I tried--
GAH WHEN I WAS REREADING THIS I FORGOT THAT I NEVER ACTUALLY GAVE THEM SUPERHERO NAMES--
...well here, i suppose. you can make up your own names for them--
tw: police, robbers
Biana took a sip of fruit punch (at least, she thought it was fruit punch; who even knew at this point), and surveyed the room.
It was... overly bedazzled. The chandelier alone was giant, with thousands of small crystals hanging down on gold chains. The walls were decorated in tapestries, made from rich fabric and embroidered with diamonds and sapphires and other rare gems. And the glass Biana was holding right now? Small rubies were embedded into the handle.
Biana scoffed. All the finery in this room could be worth billions of dollars, but no, instead it was used so rich guests could be blinded by all the sparkle. A complete waste.
A man next to her (she'd already forgotten his name) was chattering on about something; Biana had stopped listening past the first sentence. She had no interest in this party. It was only because she was a Vacker that she'd been invited, and she had to come. For a Vacker to not come to one of the most prestigious events of the year? A disgrace.
Could this be any more boring, she thought. She had to leave. Sighing, she turned to the man talking to her. "That seems delightful. But I'm--"
She was cut off by the man staring at her weirdly. "You think the company losing a million or so dollars is delightful?"
Oops.
Biana laughed, a forced giggle that she'd perfected over the years of attending these stuffy parties. "Oh no, I meant how you..." Her mind tried to figure out what to say and came up empty. "Well, I think I'll go grab a bite to eat. We can continue this delightful conversation later."
She winced. Apparently, all those years of making small talk hadn't prepared her for this awkwardness.
He didn't appear to take the hint. "I'll join you."
Biana suppressed a sigh, forcing a smile. She started walking to the buffet area, but he took her hand. Biana almost pulled her hand away, but worried that would seem rude, she let it stay.
Grabbing some food, mostly desserts, of course, she stood against the wall, taking bites of the ripple toffee. The man, stood next to her, talking some more, now about his beach house on the coast. She let her mind wander, daydreaming how the day could've gone.
She probably would be fighting some criminal at this point on a normal day. The *name* was known for her athletic skills and genius. She was the one everyone turned to in a crisis, along with her partner, *name*.
And who would expect for the fearsome *name* to be Biana Vacker, the pretty doll who did what she was told and was as timid as you could be? The rich girl who was sassy and sweet and delicate, the type who didn't want to exercise because they might break a nail (the horror)? The person who was the least likely to be a dangerous superhero who continuously saved the city?
But they were one and the same.
She'd never started out to be a superhero. She'd wanted to relax a bit, do something interesting. She'd wanted to break away from the mold society shaped her to be. And one thing had led to another and here she was, superhero whenever needed, perfect Vacker when not.
Well, currently she was at a boring party.
The man who had been talking to Biana was now tapping her on the shoulder. She returned her attention to him, asking, "What?"
Irritation flashed in the man's eyes but it quickly disappeared, replaced with the mix of awe and politeness and interest Biana had grown used to receiving, as a Vacker. He asked, "Would you like to come to my summer beach house next week? I hear the weather will be beautiful."
"Oh--" Biana said, flustered. A good Vacker would immediately say yes, but she didn't even know this person's name. And--
"Hey, Bi," someone said, wrapping an arm around Biana's shoulder and saving her from answering.
She twisted around to see who it was, although she could already tell from the familiar voice and nickname. "Keefe?" she hissed. A part of her was more than happy to see him, but... he wasn't supposed to be here. Still, a blush formed on her cheeks as she realized just how close they were. She shook away the feeling. Crushes didn't matter right now.
Guilt crossed his face before he motioned for them to talk somewhere else. Biana turned to the man she'd previously been talking to and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I must... do something." Not waiting for an answer, she started walking to a secluded area, dragging Keefe behind her.
"Woah, where'd all your smoothness go?" Keefe asked.
"Keefe, you aren't supposed to be here. We made a deal, didn't we? You were supposed to watch out for the city because of some tips we got yesterday. There could be a robbery happening right now, and you're here."
Keefe held his hands up in the air, like he was guilty (which he was). "Look, Dad forced me to come."
"You're an adult. You don't need to listen to him," Biana said harshly. Keefe's face flickered with hurt, and Biana immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry... I know how he is."
Keefe shrugged. "It's fine. But I'm sorry. I know you wanted me to keep watch over the bank." His look was earnest, and Biana's heart did the flutter thing she did often around him.
Biana glanced at her watch (coincidentally, it was also embedded with jewels). "We'll figure it out. Or..."
Keefe lit up, and he smiled at her. Biana tried to ignore the fact that her cheeks were probably pink right then, and she grinned back.
Then Keefe paused. "Uh. to be clear, the reason we're smiling right now is that we're gonna sneak out of this party, right?" When Biana gave him a look, he hastily added, "Just asking--"
Biana nodded.
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In movies, superheroes always did this magically flashy light thing, where they suddenly just appeared in superhero suits, no hassle necessary.
But Biana's only power was turning invisible, an ability she'd received when she was 13 and hidden her whole life from everyone except for her brother, Fitz Vacker. He was, coincidentally, also Keefe's best friend and the only one who knew Keefe and her secret identities.
So instead of doing a quick, flashy appearance in her super suit, Biana was forced to find a bathroom to change.
When she came out, Keefe was waiting for her with their motorcycles (bought undercover, with the Vacker fortune)
"Thanks," she said, climbing on one. "Any new intel?" Keefe nodded.
Minutes later, they were racing through the busy streets of the city.
Keefe grumbled, "You know, this is kinda lame."
"What is?"
"That we're using motorcycles. Regular old motorcycles. Most superheroes have cool flying powers or high-tech jets on like, the back of their boots or some awesome dragon to ride on."
"Those 'regular old motorcycles'," Biana observed, "Are the fastest and most high-tech vehicles in the whole world and cost a fortune." She raised her eyebrow at him.
"True," Keefe conceded with a sigh, before turning his attention back to the road.
Biana focused on getting to the bank as fast as she could. Apparently, there had been another robbery at the bank (for the fifth time this month. Jeez, the bank needed better security). And in typical fashion, instead of getting up and doing something, the managers had decided to call on the superheroes.
Eh, better than staying at an uptight gathering for the richest people in the area.
"There they are!" Keefe cried out, as a battered up but speedy car zoomed in front of them.
Biana urged her motorcycle to go faster as she made a quick turn. The car may have been quick, but Biana knew she could catch up.
Well into the chase, the car suddenly screeched to a stop and Biana had to slam down on the brakes to avoid smashing into it. Thankfully she didn't crash, but in the moment she took to collect herself, the robber was gone. They'd disappeared into the dark shadows of the city at night.
"Great," Biana grumbled, turning to Keefe who'd screeched to stop behind her. She stepped onto the road, surveying the area. "They're gone. With the loot."
Keefe frowned, going to look inside the abandoned car. He rummaged around it, pushing away stray objects and pocketing everything he thought important. The police would later swoop in and collect everything else for evidence.
"Really?" he asked with a smirk. He raised up a large briefcase, and Biana hurried forward.
"Wait it was... here?" she asked, snatching the case away from him and inspecting it.
Keefe nodded, a little cockily. "Apparently the guy took the wrong briefcase." After a moment of thought, he added. "Not gonna lie, this seems weirdly convenient but I'm not gonna question it."
Biana nodded absentmindedly, and opening the case, she gasped with delight. "Yes, Keefe! This is it!"
Keefe nodded once more, a wide smirk visible on his face. "And that's why you should never doubt m--"
His words were cut off by Biana placing a quick kiss on his cheek.
At the last second, Keefe turned his head. Biana's lips brushed against Keefe's own.
Biana let out a squeaking noise and immediately pulled away, her cheeks neon pink. She focused on the briefcase once more, her eyes purposely avoiding a red-faced Keefe who seemed to like gaping like a fish.
What just happened.
"Anyway," she choked out, trying not to drown in the sheer awkwardness. "At least we got this." She gestured to the case she was holding.
Keefe somehow managed to collect himself and nodded, shuffling his feet.
The silence stretched between them, and when Biana couldn't take it anymore, the familiar blaring of sirens reached her ears. She and Keefe immediately got away. It was their routine. Get called to do something, do the thing, get away before the police could annoy them with questions.
Pretty simple, except most times, they weren't suffocating in awkwardness.
After making sure they lost the police cars, they stopped at Biana's apartment. Keefe normally said bye at this point, or often stayed with her so they could watch a movie or something.
But tonight, it would probably be far more embarrassing.
"So..." Biana mumbled. Half of her wanted to say good-bye, but the other part wished desperately Keefe could stay.
"Yep," Keefe murmured. He also seemed at a loss of words. "That happened..."
The silence between them felt unbearable.
Forcing herself to meet Keefe's icy eyes, she attempted to say bye. But the words were stuck in her and she couldn't force them out. Instead, she blurted out, "Ikindamightmaybehaveacrushonyou."
Her eyes widened as she clapped a hand over her mouth. She backed away, her face flaming in embarrassment as she stared at Keefe with wide eyes. "I--I don--" she stuttered.
And suddenly, as if Keefe made a decision, he moved forward. One step. Then two. Until they were close and Biana could feel Keefe's warmth and Biana felt like any second then her heart would burst out of her chest.
Keefe leaned down, allowing Biana time to pull away. Breathing hard, Biana didn't move, allowing a small nod.
Keefe closed the final distance between their lips.
When he finally pulled away, he offered a sweet smile. "I like you too."