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Another piece I wrote for the Whumplovers Collaborate gift exchange! This is a married modern Brumaria fic.

Kane and Bruno (mentioned) belong to Izzy.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Contains: lady whump, panic attack, flashbacks, fire, burns, referenced parental death, referenced murder, referenced guns, implied past noncon, referenced gang violence, PTSD, service dog

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“What do you think, Shadi? Can I manage to make eggs and toast without causing any disasters?” Kamaria shuts the refrigerator door and turns to look at the American Akita, who’s sitting at attention with her head tilted to one side. “Right, I know. You just want your own food.”

Opening a cabinet and pulling out a can of dog food, she sighs and shakes her head at herself. Bruno has rubbed off on her when it comes to the pets, talking to them like they can understand. If her father could see her now, carrying on a conversation with a dog…he’d probably declare her incompetent and shoot her on the spot. 

But he’s not here. Never will be again. And just to spite him, as she sets the bowl of food on the floor she declares, “There you go. At least we know I can handle that kind of food prep.”

I’m deep in the trenches of Whumptober prompts, but discovered this completed chapter that I never posted. Had to make a couple of minor changes because of things I’ve discovered in rp about this version of Kamaria, but here it is now! Bruno belongs to Izzy, who also helped with his dialogue for this piece.

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Contains: lady whump, hospital, talk of foster care, restraints, mentioned gsw, referenced past whump of a minor, mentioned parental death, mentioned broken ribs, death mention, referenced abuse, very minor sh

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Kamaria manages to sleep a few fitful hours from the time that Captain Soldier Boy cuffs her to the hospital bed until the time the lights in the hallway come back on and the night nurse comes in to check on her one more time before the shift change. Not long after that, the man himself strolls into her room. She takes a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that he looks about as exhausted and worn thin as she feels. He didn’t have to stay up all night stalking her. That was his choice, and now she hopes he’s regretting it.

He takes a long swig of his coffee - Starbucks this time, so he must have actually left at some point unless he had someone bring it. It irks her that he waited until he was standing in the room to decide to take a drink. What does he even want? Is he just trying to waste her time? Rub his superior dining options in her face?

The coffee cup clicks down onto the bedside table. A file folder drops just beside it.

“Kamaria Veisi.”

Bruno belongs to @painful-pooch my beloved!

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Contains: lady whumpee, hospital, death mention, foster care mention, self-deprecating thoughts, broken ribs, handcuffs

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Throughout the rest of the day, Kamaria is mostly left alone. A doctor comes in to talk to her at one point, overly cheerful and explaining everything that’s wrong with her body in a way that heavily implies she should not be leaving the bed anytime in the near future. It’s fairly obvious that word has gotten around she’s itching to leave. 

Janaysia reappears a few times, too, calm and quiet, asking her gently to put the clip back on her finger so that she can check her oxygen level. Every time, Kamaria’s hopes go up that this will be the time she’s allowed to remove the cannula. Every time, her hopes are dashed. 

And of course, every once in a while she sees Soldier Boy out in the hallway, walking by with a styrofoam cup of coffee, pretending not to glance in at her. 

His persistence would be admirable if it weren’t so annoying. 

Bruno belongs to @painful-pooch !

Also, those of you who’ve read my series Obsession may recognize Janaysia, I did in fact borrow her from Cadence and Devin for this au.

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Contains: lady whump, hospital, mild blood, IV, death mention, flashbacks, gunshot wound, broken ribs, punctured lung, panic attack, respiratory distress, brief mild gore mention

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She hears the beeping first. A steady, ear-piercing sound that immediately puts her on edge before she’s even fully awake. 

Consciousness comes quickly after that. It’s as if she’s racing to wake up, already aware of what’s waiting for her, ready to confront it and escape it as soon as possible. Her eyes fly open, and the stark white and sickly blue of a hospital room slams into her. 

No. Nope, no, not happening. Already the memories are trying to force their way into her mind. She furiously shoves them away as she attempts to sit up, but she finds her body numb and weak. There’s a flash of pain across her chest, but it’s muted. Pain medication. That’ll explain the slight fog over her thoughts, too. The fingers of her right hand fumble for the tube she can feel attached to her left, trying to find a good grip on it.

“I would leave that alone if I were you.”

Kamaria’s eyes shoot up to the doorway, where Soldier Boy is leaning. This day just keeps getting worse and worse. What is he doing here, anyway, is he really that obsessed with her?

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Contains: lady whump, beating, misogyny, threats of noncon, noncon touching

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She heads on foot to the nearest safehouse, bemoaning the fact that she had to leave her bike behind the whole way. It’s registered to her father, at least, so if they run the license her name won’t come up. 

She has to hand one thing to him - he’s kept her from existing on record as much as possible. Anyone who’s given her real name will find that she disappears at age fourteen, when he dug her up out of the foster system. And most of the people that work for him know her only as Cora Greaves, who’s never truly existed to start with. So even if any of the cronies blab, no one should be able to track her down. Her only concern is if they find her prints at the house and realize that the fourteen year old isn’t dead or missing, after all. 

It’s evening by the time she picks the lock to the front door of the safehouse and lets herself inside. The phone in her pocket has remained silent so far, but she doesn’t expect it to remain that way for too long. At some point she’ll be contacted and given instructions. In the meantime, there’s nothing to do but wait. 

This is the start of another Kamaria and Bruno (aka Brumaria) AU set in modern day. Not to be confused with the College AU, this one is my attempt at sticking a human Kamaria into something as close as I could get to Bruno’s canon story.

As always, the lovely and fabulous Bruno (aka Soldier Boy) belongs to the lovely and fabulous @painful-pooch , and is used with permission.

If anyone else wants to be tagged in the other parts of this AU or in other various future Kamaria fics, lmk!

Contains: lady whump, guns, dead body mention, mild blood, dislocation mention, restraints

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Part of her knew it would happen one day. The sudden bangs of doors being kicked in, the shouts and screams and staccato of gunfire. People in uniform spilling through the hallways of the only place she could call home, hunting down every last member and either putting them down or leading them away in cuffs.

But if Kamaria had given the idea any more thought, she would have imagined herself out among them, having to decide whether to throw up her hands or put up a fight. She’d never have envisioned herself listening to it all happen through a locked door, while she dangled from bleeding wrists with only her bare toes brushing the floor.

She probably should have. Sometimes it seems like she spends more time in this room than anywhere else.

Soon enough they inevitably discover the basement rooms. It’s only the footsteps in the hallway that keep her from jumping too hard when the door flies open with a sound like an explosion, slamming into the wall and bouncing back almost closed again. The man’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees her. She can’t help but automatically glare back at him.