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[holku]

another fun fact is that between bruce and hulk, only one of them canonically has a kill count. and it's not the green giant lol

[keller-murphy]

fireproof | keller & fiona

WHO: Keller and Fiona. WHERE: Romania. WHEN: three years after Keller's graduation; two years after Fiona's. Set during the weekend.

The halls were practically overflowing with people just as the morning was starting to break. Sun, weak but promising, was sliding through the cracks in the blinds and curtains that adorned the hallways of St. Mungo's hospital for magical maladies, and Keller couldn't quite remember the night passing so quickly. His sixteen hour shift was finally over, but it seemed that the magical maladies were only just beginning: new patients were being levitated into the ward on hospital beds every other minute, and if Keller had been a first year intern again, he would have felt overwhelmed with anxiety and guilt at the prospect of leaving. But this was his third year of working at St. Mungo's: now, he left every shift content with the knowledge that he'd done the best he could and when he walked out the double doors, he soothed his conscience with the thought that he was leaving needy and sick patients in the more than capable hands of other Healers. Grabbing his messenger bag from his office and slinging it over his shoulder, Keller exchanged a few words with his friends before slipping out quietly, his lime green Healer's robes catching the sun streaming through the windows, even more strongly now as the morning marched on. Taking the elevator down to the Ministry of Magic, Keller kept his head ducked low, each footstep picking up pace at the prospect of what he was heading toward: home. Using a fireplace that was free, he Floo'd to the nearest wizard-friendly check point to his home, which was a beautiful tavern in the countryside that was something of a peaceful retreat for creative-minded witches and wizards who saw the nature and open skies as inspiring. Nodding once to the owner - a round-faced middle-aged woman who always had a cat in her arms - Keller ducked out of the tavern and into the bright morning. Though Keller would sometimes take the time to walk home, he had something of a plan for that weekend, one which didn't involve wasting any time, and he apparated straight onto his doorstep, unlocking it quickly and slipping inside. It was cool and calm, quiet and still, and Keller sighed at the feeling of familiarity that swept over him. The walls weren't fully painted, and there were still boxes littering the corners and hallways, but it was a promising start, and soon enough, it would be complete -- it was just missing Fiona. The thought of her made Keller's heart pick up and he immediately started puttering around the house, peeling off his St. Mungo's robes and pulling on plain clothes instead, then moving to his overnight bag. Atlas, now fully grown, was lying in a patch of sunlight in the lounge room, and Keller quickly scooped him up and - without looking at the disdainful look on the cat's face - Keller grabbed his bag and apparated out. The next place he landed was far warmer in temperature and sunnier than England, but almost just as familiar as his own home, given the amount of time he'd been there over the last two years. Keller put Atlas down on the ground and watched the cat lazily slink away to find another patch of sunlight, also familiar with the layout of the apartment. Shucking off his bag in the bedroom, Keller glanced around the home, noticing the stacks of books and clothes all neatly put away in their rightful place: Fiona had always been more organised than Keller. The apartment smelled like Fiona, and it made Keller's heart clench painfully at the feeling of being separated for so many days during the week, only to have this brief moment together on the weekends, which is what set him in motion once again, intent on not wasting any time. "I'm headed out!" he called to Atlas as he grabbed his smaller bag, pulling it onto his shoulder and grabbing a bottle of water from Fiona's fridge. "Be good," he instructed, smiling at Atlas, who was stretched out on the lounge and ignoring Keller completely as he apparated for the third time that morning and landed heavily outside the gates of the dragon sanctuary where Fiona worked. With a quick hello and smile to the wizard guarding the gate, Keller slipped through and walked with a quick step to find Fiona, heart thudding with happiness at the prospect of seeing her again after being apart for so many days.