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They’d finally cracked the secret of the humpback witch, a statue Sirius and James had been sneaking off to visit every night for a week, determined as they were to learn her secrets and add whatever they found to the Marauder’s Map. The boys–the leaders of their little gang–had long thought themselves brilliant detectives, and so when they sauntered back into the common room that night, ducking out from under the invisibility cloak and high-fiving, it was with the smug air of having proved themselves entirely correct. 

Yawning, James greeted Aurora and wished her and Sirius a good night before he headed up to the boy’s dormitory, while Sirius crossed the room and squeezed into the nook beside, stretching his arms out across the sill and staring out the window to the endless dark where he knew, but could not see, the Forbidden forest laying beyond. He wished it was a full moon, wished they were out there tonight, running free, that he could shake this human form for just a few short hours. 

“The ones they tortured with the cruciatus curse?” Sirius said it casually, as if by throwing the words out haphazardly, he could keep them from stinging. Every day it was something new–someone’s parents dead, some child gone missing, some auror found tortured for information. Their world was at war, and there was no more denying it. When Aurora’s hand found his, however, Sirius’ gaze softened. She had always made it harder to pretend he didn’t care, that he was unfazed. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he assured her. “They’d never get me. I’m too good.” He winked but, when she still looked worried, he scooted closer and nudged her shoulder playfully. “Come on, you know I am. I could take ‘em, easy. I learned to duel with you. How much harder could a couple of death eater’s be?” 

Giving James a small smile, she bid him goodnight before her brown eyes watched him disappear into the staircase that led to the boys dormitories and then eventually landed on her best friend again. She watched his features as they looked out into the forest from the safety that Hogwarts gave them and she couldn’t help but worry that these last few years at school would be the last time they’d ever get to feel any semblance of safety and protection. With the war that was going on, and reports of deatheaters doing unthinkable things every day, she was afraid of what the future was going to bring especially with the daring personalities of her friends, and their penchant for doing what was right no matter how dangerous the right thing was. 

Sirius was her safe point, there was no doubt about it. Having grown up together and been as close as they were for as long, whenever Sirius was around Aurora couldn’t help but feel safer, and she hoped that she gave him the same kind of peace. His display of confidence wasn’t surprising, and it was true that he was great, but she still couldn’t help but worry about him -- she supposed it was what friends did, or did her worries come from different feelings that she hadn’t been able to process just yet? At the nudge to her shoulder, she let up a bit and smiled, rolling her eyes. “Well you definitely have a point there, if you can keep up with me then you shouldn’t have that much to worry about,” she said, smirking and teasing to hide her concern for him, despite her hand gripping his own and the emotion in her eyes revealing the truth of the matter. 

“Do I want to know what you boys were up to past curfew? Because Lily’s just about ready to kill Prongs,” She said, laughing a little at the dynamic between their good friends, “I swear those two bicker like cats and dogs and yet I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people more meant for each other,” she confessed, smiling gently as she turned to Sirius. 

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CLOSED STARTER for @itswasteland​ [ Aurora and Sirius]

Aurora was sat up in her favorite windowsill nook of the Gryffindor common room, head leaned up against the cold glass as she held a letter that her parents had sent her in her hand, a faint trace of a smile graced her lips as her eyes closed and thought of the moving picture that she had of her mother and father next to her bed upstairs, but she had promised Sirius she would wait up for him and she was determined to keep her promise. At the sound of footsteps coming closer to her, her eyes fluttered open only to find her best friend right next to her. 

“Sirius?” she murmured sleepily as she moved so she was sitting up more to get herself to wake up. “I’m up! I’m up, I promise,” she said, clearing her throat of any traces of sleep as she smiled at him, completely guilty. “Alright I wasn’t up, but I am now,” she said, crossing her legs underneath herself so Sirius had some room in the tiny window nook. “Did you hear about that auror? Going up against three deatheaters...” she shook her head as she started to get a little choked up thinking about the pain that man had gone through, 

“... and you and Prongs go on about wanting to be Aurors once we graduate, I swear to God, Sirius Black if you get into trouble like that you won’t have to worry about the death eaters because I’ll get you myself.” she said, no trace of a joke in her tone as her big brown eyes bore into his, but even then her hand gripping his own showed that the threat came from her caring about him so much. 

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INTRODUCING: AURORA JAYMES

Character Name: Aurora Jaymes Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Cisfemale Birthday:  September 22nd  House: Gryffindor Faceclaim: Anna Christine Speckhart Extracurricular: Quidditch - Chaser Bloodstatus: Half-blood

Wand: 10 3/4” Rosewood and dragon heartstring, slightly pliable. Character’s Patronus: Dog - At first she and Sirius found it cool that they had a similar patronus but now that Aurora knows more about Patronus animals and their meanings, she wonders if there’s a connection there to her feelings for him. Animagus: Fox 

Positive traits:

Determined - nothing that you say can ever make Aurora back down from a challenge. She loves to push herself to her limits.

Compassionate - At her very core, she’s extremely kind and will do anything to help her friends.

Loyal - It may take a while for her to trust you enough to be a friend, but once you’ve broken through her walls, she will be at your side whenever you need her.

Negative Traits:

Stubborn - Once she has her mind set on something, she will never admit to being wrong, and will strive to prove the other person wrong just so that she can be right.

Temperamental - She’s known to have flare-ups of anger when something doesn’t go her way.

Reckless - With great determination and loyalty comes recklessness, she never thinks about her well-being or takes it into account when she decides to do something - If her friends were in danger she would risk her life to save them.

Growing up in the center of London, Aurora had always lived next door to the Black family at Grimauld place. Her mother was a witch and her father a successful doctor on high street. She is an only child, but never truly felt the loss of a sibling, preferring to have time to herself, at least until she met Sirius Black, her next door neighbor who became her best friend. They met at the young age of 5 and ever since then had been practically inseparable, as much as Sirius’s family hated their friendship due to her half-blood status.

They sat together on the Hogwarts express in their first year, and that’s where they both met James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, with all five of them becoming great friends and when they were all sorted into Gryffindor, there were cheers and celebrations all around. Everyone knew of the Marauders, but what history failed to outline was that with the Marauders, always by their side was a girl with dark hair and bright brown eyes, and that girl was Aurora.3

Generally, Aurora tended to be closer to boys than girls, she much preferred their company and believed them to be much less dramatic which suited her fine. And so it was no surprise that she showed an early proclivity to Quidditch, eventually becoming a chaser for the Gryffindor team along side her best friends, James Potter and Sirius Black. She always had a great understanding of them, and in their later years when Sirius would spend summers at the Potter’s mansion instead of at Grimmauld place, there was a good chance you’d find Aurora there too, lounging around James’s room with them and talking about anything and everything.

Aurora knows that her blood status puts her in danger, and as much as she hates to admit it, she is afraid. Still, with the marauders by her side she feels that they can weather any storm, as she prepares herself to fight emotional battles as well as physical ones, because she’d never really noticed it before, but suddenly Sirius has started to feel like more than just a friend for her. How can she balance everything with the threat of her own feelings coming into play from out of no where?

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐃 / 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓

DEMETER

Demeter is the goddess of the harvest and presides over grains and the fertility of the earth. Although she was most often referred to as the goddess of the harvest, she was also goddess of sacred law and the cycle of life and death. She was a peace-loving deity and the source of all growth and life; she was the goddess who provided all nutrition on the earth and taught mortals how to cultivate the earth and ease life.

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a tragic and true love

                robb & talisa stark

[connerys]

I need silk for stitching. I need fennel root for those with fever, willow bark. Mostly I need milk of the poppy. You saw what it was like to amputate a foot without any.

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[flawlessbeautyqueens]

This is literally what I speak about every single day to my Hispanic actor friends: ‘Put your freaking head up. Times are changing. We can be anything we want to be. We don’t have to be prostitutes, we don’t have to be maids. We can be anything.’ Let’s be powerful Hispanic women. Let’s kick these bitches’ asses.

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wolveshonor‌:

It did not escape Robb how hesitant she was, how uncomfortable. When she pulled away from him as if she’d been burned, he swallowed the hurt, swallowed his pride, and nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets to resist the temptation to reach out to her again. But standing there in front of her was too difficult, was an agony he had not foreseen. Looking at her alone was painful–looking at her and remembering the days when he’d held her in his arms, when it had been only the two of them, when he had wanted nothing more than to stay by her side forever, no matter the cost. 

“I said the truth. Whether I can call you my own or not, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I won’t take it back.” It was as if the rest of the world had melted away. He was aware of the busy street, of the people passing by, but only as much as a man is aware in a dream, aware of ghosts and shadows in the corner of his eyes. No one mattered, and why he had come to this place, he could no longer remember. 

“Are you still a laundress?” Her other job–their shared other world of art lost in the night–had been ended by his father. But that did not mean they could have brought it back in the time since. “How is–” he wanted to ask of the others, of all the good people in this town he had left behind. But the words would not come. “Are you hungry?” he asked instead. “Let me take you for supper. Just one meal. And then you won’t have to see me again.” 

She slowly allowed herself to look at him again, though it was painful to see him looking just as handsome as he had the last night that they’d spent together. Her hands were tightly clamped against the basket that she was carrying but her expression softened. No matter what horrors and threats his father had made against her, she had always known that Robb had nothing to do with them, and his gentleness with her even now after so many years, was proof of that. “You are too kind to me, you always have been,” she observes, sighing as she concedes that there is no avoiding him now that they’d seen each other again and knew that the other was breathing the same air. She couldn’t bring herself to be unkind to him, or to deny him anything - after all, it was her (albeit coerced by his father) who had not said goodbye.

“I am… though I’ve been able to lend my services at the clinics in town.. helping the men who’ve been wounded get back on their feet and easing their pain as much as possible.” She’d seen many horrors, but every time that a man showed up in one of the beds at the clinic, she was always partly glad that she didn’t find Robb’s familiar features staring back at her. “Finally getting to help in ways that I never thought I’d be able to, before..” She looked around and knew very well how easy it would be for word to go back to Robb’s wife if they were spotted dining together. “We can’t… just go anywhere… here, come with me.” without thinking about it, she took his hand and navigated him through the small roads of the city to the small home that she’d made for herself, an apartment above a bakery with vines and wildflowers climbing up the walls. “I have some veal and some bread.. if you still enjoy that as much as you used to,” she said, warming up to him now that they weren’t as exposed to so many people.

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wolveshonor‌:

He grinned. “That sounds perfect,” he said and he meant it. He would have been happy to go out with her in a paper bag and was sure she’d look as perfect in it as she did in her scrubs. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of one patient, meeting, and preparation after the other. It sufficed to say that Robb’s brother was not overly pleased with him. “You’re good with kids,” he reminded him, slapping him on the back as he shoved the last half of a sandwich into his mouth–it was a walk and talk sort of lunch, as he simply didn’t have time that day to sit down and enjoy. Not that he generally did. It had been a long day–as was every day in this hospital–but the sight of Talisa brought a skip back into his step as he moved toward the nurse’s station and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. 

Her voice was more formal than he was used to, but they were also surrounded by the other surgical interns and attendings, and Robb understood the need for discretion. He nodded. “You earned it,” he told her. And this was true. No matter how big of a crush he might have had on her, he would never have permitted an intern into his ER that wasn’t prepared for the job. Neurosurgery was one of the most precise forms of surgery there was, and not all of her colleagues had what it took, though he’d heard they did well enough in general surgery. “The chief agrees.” 

“I’ll need you to come to the ER early. We need to discuss your role for the day.” His tone was clipped, professional, formal, but there was a hunger in his eyes. He grabbed his coffee and moved on down the hall. 

Throughout the day, Talisa had kept herself busy doing rounds for different departments, and helping out in the emergency room which was severely understaffed for the amount of traumas that had been rushing in all day, she’d worked through lunch but all through the day she’d been thinking about Robb and whether or not she’d really get to scrub in with him that afternoon.

The sight of her name on the board answered her question, and she couldn’t stop the smile from returning to her face even despite the professional and distanced way that she and Robb spoke to each other in the nurses station. While her tone may have seemed above board, the way that her eyes sparkled and her smile never left his face was solely to do with Robb - not even the fact that she would get to scrub in on an amazing surgery eclipsed how her whole body felt lit up on fire when he said that she deserved the chance and he recognized that. It was nice to see that he verified her skill and not just the fact that he was attracted to her, and it made her all the more attracted to him.

She bit her lip before nodding, “Yes, doctor.” she said, a little more breathy than usual but no one seemed to notice or call her out on it. She waited for a moment, only to follow him down the same abandoned hallway, looking around her before she ran up to him and into his waiting arms. “You’re spoiling me with surgeries.”

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wolveshonor‌:

The battle had finished the day before. Robb had returned to their tent, blood soaked and exhausted, but victorious, confident, alive for what felt like the first time in a very long time. The North was free. The war was not won, but his home was cleared of those scum who had tried to drag them into the dark, to turn the North’s honor against itself–those evil enough to hurt his sister, to threaten his brothers. Now, the highest tower was still ashes on the ground, and his would-be kingdom was shadowed under pillars of smoke, and when they finally rode through the front gates, they would find Ramsay Bolton’s head right where Robb had left it: stuck on a pike, staring–sightless–out at the kingdom he would never hurt again. 

Robb was clean now, and the journey was slow. The rush they had experienced on the way here–moving as quick as they could from the Riverlands–was gone now. He had left his wife and mother with several guards in the underbrush of a warmer valley, a place where the springs brought warm water and hot air to taunt the snow into melting. But they’d left that place behind now, and the ground was hard ice again as Robb helped Talisa from her mount. 

“Inside the castle grounds, it will be warm,” he promised her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and adjusting the furs around her shoulders. “There are springs beneath the castle that will keep you comfortable. And when we arrive, I will have one of the maids draw you a warm bath.” Even as he spoke, his hesitance was clear. She had followed him through so much–through the stars and the mutterings, through the dirty war camps, and the blood of fallen men. She had waited through battles, patched up the men fallen on his orders. But this was a different test, somehow. This was permanent, nothing to hide behind, for this was not meant to be a temporary stop on the way to a finished war, but home. She had married the North–the hard, cold North–and now it was time to learn whether or not she’d regret it. 

He brought her hands to his mouth, warming them with his breath, then let his own fall to her stomach. It was bundled beyond recognition, but he knew the life that kicked within. Robb then led her to the nearest trees and brushed off the top layer of snow before helping her to sit upon it. 

She nodded, trusting him about how warm it would be once they were within the castle walls. Talisa wasn’t used to the kind of climate that they had in the north, and though she was strong she couldn’t hide the fact that the temperature had gotten to her and affected her through their long journey. Still, as soon as she was in Robb’s arms she felt almost thawed out as if all she needed was him all along. She knew that Robb was nervous about bringing her to his home— their home - the home that their children would grow up in, and she didn’t want him to worry so she rested her palm against his cheek and smoothed the contours of his face with her thumb. “It’s beautiful, Robb. Really. I’ve never seen so much snow in my life. I just need to get used to the cold temperatures.” she said, smiling as a way to reassure him that all was well.

Talisa leaned upwards and kissed him, appreciating the fact that he was doing all that he could to warm her in an almost impossible situation considering she was already bundled in as many furs as she could bear. Almost as soon as she sat on the spot that Robb had cleared for her, the baby decided to give her a strong kick to her side, causing her to lurch forward, taken aback by the sheer strength of the baby’s movement, gasping for a second until she caught her breath and started to smile and shake her head. “I think that the baby is getting used to this new climate as well,” she said, grinning and taking Robb’s hand to place it on the spot beneath all the furs where their child was making themselves known to their parents.

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wolveshonor‌:

He thought he could see the images passing before her eyes, the same he’d thought about ever since that night. That sanctuary–the place they’d met, the place where it was okay to be anyone, to be filled with and to express desire–ransacked under his father’s orders, the good people that had had to flee. The reminder–undeniable then–that their worlds did not coincide. His hand twitched toward her, an old habit he’d never lost, longing to brush the hair from her eyes, to cup her cheeks in his palm, to feel the softness of her skin and get lost–as he had so many nights before–in the endless brown of her eyes. 

He hated the way she spoke, as if they were strangers, mere acquaintances on the street, passing each other but never knowing any more. And maybe they were, maybe that was what life had made of them. But there had never been a single night he did not think of her. “I’m well,” he said, though his expression didn’t match his words. “You…” He looked her up and down, searching for words strong enough to describe her, but there were none. “You look beautiful.” Nothing had changed. 

“Are you–” He paused, scratched his chin and tried again. “Do you still work as a laundress?”

She knew that it had been a long time for both of them, and it showed on their faces, but he was still as handsome as he’d always been. Looking at him again made it feel like they were the two carelessly in love people that they used to be and Talisa couldn’t deny the fact that he still made her heart skip a beat. She saw that he was about to touch her, and instinctively, she wanted to reciprocate but the reality of their situation made her hold back and stand as straight and detached from him as she had been the entirety of their interaction.

She smiled at him, though it wasn’t as carefree as it usually was when she would smile at people, most especially Robb - Her gaze fell when he complimented her and the internal struggle that she was feeling dared to come out in the way that her face showed her sadness. “Robb— you can’t just say things like that anymore…we aren’t the people we used to be.”

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wolveshonor‌: 

Robb had fallen for her confidence, her convictions, the way she stood up for her patients and for herself and even stood up to him. But he did enjoy Talisa flustered: voice squeaky, cheeks flushed, the words as hard to find for her as they always seemed to be for him when in her presence. When the presentation was finished–and he’d managed not to catch her eye, had stayed focused upon the job ahead of them, the girl that needed them now–he told the family he’d be back soon and stepped into the hall. 

The moment the hallway cleared–even if just for a moment–Talisa’s hands were upon him, and Robb found himself smirking all over again. His smile turned soft and genuine, however, eyes hopeful when she agreed. He nodded. “I’ll pick you up at then,” he promised. Footsteps appeared behind them, and they quickly separated, making fast–and forced–small talk about medical decisions to cover any moment that might be seen as less than professional. 

The next few patients went the same way: Talisa presenting, Robb filling in what was needed, grasping hands with worried parents or partners, joking with the ill to make them more comfortable. When the rounds were finished, he was off to a meeting, but he called to Talisa first: “Get ready to scrub in!” though she still had not been confirmed (and was not supposed to be on) his service that afternoon. Sure enough, however, if Talisa were to walk farther down the hall, she’d find her name being added to his service and his brother’s being erased, put with the pediatric surgeon instead. 

If there was something that Talisa hated more than anything, it was being flustered and feeling incompetent in front of people, and she especially hated it when Robb was able to have such an effect on her. She glared at him for a second before she collected herself and followed him into the patient room, but she was still annoyed at his ability to make her forget that she’d graduated top of her class in one of the best medical schools, feeling as if she was a girl in high school with a crush on the quarterback.

She just shook her head. “I’m going to be here so… you get a hot date after my shift.. expect the sexy outfit of jeans and the black top that I have in my locker.” she said, smirking at him, secretly thankful for the simplicity that their work schedule enforced on to their first actual date night, relieving some of the pressure that came from the fact that Robb was technically her boss - even if she didn’t know that at the time they’d met and slept together for the first time.

Talisa carried on with her procedures for the rest of the day after doing her rounds with Robb, and by chance passed the OR board to find that sure enough her name was written in black pen right under his for his surgery that afternoon, turning around with a smile on her face only to find Robb already looking at her from the nurses station positioned right in front of the board. “Dr. Stark… thank you for the opportunity,” she said, her eyes relaying an entirely different tone and kind of conversation with the man she (at this point) knew quite well.

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Robb watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest, a smile creeping back into his stunned expression. No one else–no one he had ever met, had ever dated, had ever set eyes on–had made him as crazy as she did. The more she pulled away, the more he wanted to run after her, for when she smiled in his presence–even for the merest second–it was the best thing he’d ever witnessed. He hurried after her, meeting her pace after two long strides. “That’s what you said last time,” he reminded her.

He jogged ahead, walking backwards as she went forward, knowing the hallway like the back of his hand after so many long shifts on this very floor. “I want to get in your heart,” he countered. Yes, he had enjoyed the sex, and yes, he did want back into her pants–but that wasn’t all. “I like your pants,” he said, his cocky smile growing now. She was only wearing blue scrubs, like everyone else here. “And your shirt. And your eyes. And your lips.” A few interns passed by them, but once they turned the corner, he reached out for her face and twirled a strand of her long dark hair through his fingers. “I like all of you.”

Once they entered the patient’s room, Robb was forced to become professional, to put on the mask of doctor, of, as she had called him, ‘the hot shot neuro surgeon’ who gave his patients 110% of his focus. Still, pride surged through him like wildfire as Talisa nailed the presentation, and he couldn’t help but watch her lips move, her hands dart across the iPad. There was not a single part of her he wasn’t attracted to, that didn’t seem to pull his attention like a magnet. 

Robb moved forward, smiling warmly at the family and then began to explain his plan for the girl’s surgery, what the best options were, what he recommended, and what the recover time might look like. “And we’ll have you back to school in time for Prom,” he said, and tapped knuckles with the girl, who blushed and smiled nervously. 

Talisa’s eyes just widened in an accusing way when he didn’t wait as long as he usually did to catch up with her in the hallway, huffing with fake annoyance at him when he took up her direct line of vision. “Was it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as her lips curved upwards into a smirk proving that she was well aware that she’d said that to him before - multiple times. 

Once they turned the corner and were in the patient’s hallway, she was cornered against the wall near their patient’s room, surprised by his words. She’d expected an equally witty retort, but all she got in return were sweet sentiments that reminded her of why she’d fallen for him to begin with. I want to get in your heart it was hard for Talisa to allow her mind to stray from that statement and she found herself speechless and staring at him, only starting to blink again when she felt the tug of his finger against a loose dark curl. “W---we should head in.” she finds her voice but quickly changes the subject and hopes that her flustered state doesn’t affect her presentation of the patient. 

Talisa was more in charge of the patient than being there for Robb when he was presenting his treatment plan to the parents, so she got some time to monitor the girl’s vitals and log the levels into the system, making small talk with her about what she was planning on wearing to prom and the best shows to watch for when she would stay in the hospital to recover. She smiled at the way he handled himself with their patient, remembering what was important to her and reassuring her in ways that only he could. Talisa followed Robb out of the patient room, she waited for the nurses and interns to leave before she grabbed him by the collar of his white coat. “so... about this dinner... 7:30 tonight work for you?” 

[letyourdreamymemesbememes]

Stages of Relationships Starters

Stage 1 — Dating:

“Will you go out with me?”

“What do you say? You and me, that great pizza place downtown, tonight?”

“You look— amazing tonight.”

“Just one date. I promise. You won’t regret it.”

“I had an amazing time tonight. I’d love to do it again, sometime.”

“I know we’ve only just met, but I’d really like to take you out tonight.”

“I promise, I’m usually better at this—”

“This is my favorite restaurant. You’re gonna love it.”

“Wow, you look even better than your online profile.”

“It’s so amazing to finally meet you, in person.”

“Do you— wanna come upstairs/inside?”

“I can walk you home, if you’d like.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up. But I’m glad you did.”

“I was starting to think you’d stood me up.”

“Oh, God, my ex is here.”

“So, do I get a goodnight kiss?”

“I’m not great at first impressions, am I?”

“I know we’ve been on two dates this week, already— but how about another?”

“Whoa, that is off-limits until, like, the tenth date!”

“Wait, you’ve really never been on a date before?”

Stage 2 — Love/Intimacy:

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Please— just kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to go. Stay the night?”

“More, please—”

“Come a little closer— please.“

“Do you think you might be ready— to take the next step?”

“I didn’t know what real happiness was until I met you.”

“I love you more.”

“God, you are so perfect.”

“Stop— you’re making me blush.”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly love you more—you do this.”

“Do you love me?”

“I know it’s soon, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“I’ve been in love with you for months—I was just too scared to admit it.”

“Just one more kiss—okay, one more—just one mo—”

So—how do you say ‘I love you’ in your mother tongue?”

“I’m sorry— I’m just not ready for sex, yet.”

“My roommate is out of town—why don’t you just stay over?”

“So, I was googling ideas for our date. I found something called Netflix & Chill—I think we should do that.”

“I think we should move-in together.”

Stage 3 — Marriage Proposal:

“_____, will you marry me?”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I always thought that marriage was just a shame— but with you, I think it’s worth it.”

“Remember that time when (insert significant moment)? It got me thinking.”

“So, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile now.”

“I’ve been carrying this around in my pocket for a month, waiting for the right time. There is no right moment. So, I’m just going to go ahead and ask right now.”

“You make me a better person, and I want that forever.”

“Let’s run away together. Elope. Sounds like an adventure.”

“Dammit, my hands are shaking. Hold on, I’m super nervous.”

“Can we talk about this in private?”

“Why are you kneeling?”

“Is that a—?!”

“I–I don’t know what to say?”

“I thought you didn’t want to get married.”

“I knew there was a reason you were acting funny all day!”

“So, what’s the occasion? You never plan dates this fancy.”

“I know I said I didn’t want to settle down, but—”

“I asked your dad for your hand in marriage. Now, it’s time to ask you.”

“Of course I’ll marry you. Did you think I’d say ‘no’?”

“If this is about the baby— don’t do this. That’s not a good reason to get married.”

Stage 4 — Wedding & Honeymoon:

“I’m so nervous I could throw up. Someone get me a drink!”

“Please, get some sleep. Our big day is tomorrow. It’s gonna be amazing!”

“I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.”

“Nah, omens are fake. No one believes that stuff. Tomorrow is gonna be perfect.”

“I promise I’m not getting cold feet, I’m just really nervous my ex is going to show up and ruin everything.”

“I do—”

“We’re married! We’re actually married now. I get to call you my husband/wife forever!”

“I know the guests are waiting at the reception—but I need a few minutes alone with my new wife/husband. Come here, you—”

“Do you think we’d get in trouble for skipping our own reception? I can’t wait to get out of here and start our honeymoon!”

“I know it’s supposedly bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding— but how do I look?”

“Pop the champagne! Let’s get this party started!”

“I know this day has been a disaster from the start—but I’ve never been happier, now that you’re mine.”

“I’m gonna cry—”

“I’d like to propose a toast to my bride/groom—”

“Wow—you look stunning!”

“Don’t panic— but I the best man/maid of honor is MIA.”

“This day has been perfect. I hope the rest of our lives together is just as amazing.”

“Last night was amazing. I’m glad we waited until we were married.”

“Let’s just stay in bed all day. Order room service. Maybe have a bubble bath. I have you all to myself, now.”

Stage 5 — Domestic Life:

“The food is not burnt. It’s—slightly toasted.”

“Tampons? You want me to buy you tampons? Me?”

“What do you mean, you lost the keys? This is the third time this week.”

“Change the channel, and I will kill you. I’ve been waiting for this show all day.”

“My underwear are all bright pink, now. Thank you for that.”

“Did you forget to walk the dog? He just made a puddle on the floor.”

“You, me, PJ’s, bed. PJ’s are totally optional, by the way.”

“I know you don’t like my parents, but we have to visit them sometime.”

“How about we never mention this situation again?”

“You should call the doctor about that. Don’t try to macho your way through it.”

“So, I got all the groceries. Except for this last one on the list. Is that an actual word, or did you just scribble something random with your elbow?”

“Did you steal my shirt again?”

“I made dinner. Your favorite.”

“Wait—you want me to wear that? In bed? It doesn’t cover anything!”

“I just bought this dress/shirt/etc at the store today. How do I look?”

“You look tense. You want a massage?”

“I just started a bath. Care to join me?”

“Thank you for taking care of the laundry.”

“Did you pay the bills today? I don’t get paid until tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t sleep either. Want me to make you some tea?”

Stage 6 — Pregnancy & Birth:

“I think I want to start a family, now.”

“What do you say we make a baby tonight?”

“What do you mean, you stopped taking your birth control?!”

“I’m out of condoms. Are you sure you still want to do this?”

“So—if we were to hypothetically have a baby, how would you react?”

“I took a pregnancy test today.”

“Have you been to the doctor yet, about that stomach bug?”

“You’re pregnant!? How far along?”

“When were you gonna tell me you were pregnant?”

“We haven’t told _____, yet. We should call them.”

“Who do you think we should name the godparents?”

“How are you feeling? Need me to rub your back? Get you something to eat? Turn the air down?”

“What do you think about (insert baby name), for a girl— or (insert baby name) for a boy?”

“Do you want to feel them? They’re kicking up a storm, right now.”

“Did you hear that? They said we’re having a boy/girl!”

“Please don’t freak out, but I’m pregnant— I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT!”

“I think my water just broke!”

“We need to go to the hospital. Now!”

“Just squeeze my hand. It’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”

“One more push! You can do it!”

Stage 7 — Children:

“They have your eyes—”

“Can you run to the store? We’re out of diapers, again.”

“Is it even possible for one baby to scream so much?”

“Ugh, they spit up on my good shirt.”

“They’re your kid before 5am.”

Shhh—they’re finally asleep.”

“I’ve been up since 4am. It’s your turn.”

“We make damn beautiful babies, don’t we?”

“The kids won’t stop fighting, again.”

“_____ got sent home from school for fighting.”

“_____ came home sick today. Great.”

“How do they outgrow their clothes so damn fast?”

“Their first word better not be a curse word. If it is, it’s your fault.”

“I think we’re damn good parents.”

“Why are both you, AND the baby, crying?”

“Can you help _____ with their homework tonight, while I make dinner?”

“It’s your turn to change the dirty diaper.”

“Is locking the kids in the closet—against the law?”

“No. She’s not allowed to date. Ever. End of discussion.”

“Wow, they have a very natural talent for _____. Maybe they’ll be a _____ when they grow up.”

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Talisa looked down at the snow that seemed to go for miles beyond anywhere she could ride to, sat on top of her horse next to Robb’s as they stopped for a moment just outside of the woods where they could see the full structure of Winterfell. She was wrapped up in several layers and a soft cloak throughout the long journey, an effort to protect herself and their unborn child from the cold that neither of them were accustomed to yet. 

Truth be told she was quite nervous, staring up at how huge the place looked, and how cold it was. The nervousness was eased significantly as soon as she turned to her right side and saw Robb looking at her with just as much care as he always had for her brimming in his eyes. “So this is Winterfell,” she said, smiling at him despite her worries. She hadn’t realized that her hand had subconsciously retreated from the reigns to where their child was inside of her, despite how difficult it was to see any signs of pregnancy through all of the furs and layers that Robb had piled on to her before their journey. 

“I’m getting quite tired... can we stop for a moment and sit?” There was still some way to go before they reached the gates and Talisa’s body ached from the long ride. She smiled at Robb reassuringly, making sure he knew that she was alright, as she waited for him to help her dismount the horse so that they could sit against some of the trees for a while, anxious to touch the snow covered ground. 

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He laughed, his nosed rubbing briefly against her own while his fingers darted up to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. He kissed her cheek, then the hallow of her throat. “Then let me take you to dinner.” The smell of her was intoxicating, the feel of her warmth against him, every syllable she spoke making his legs weak, and her kiss tasted like cherry wine. He took a step back–though reluctantly–and read his pager. “I’ll make the change,” he said, as if it was that simple, as if it was that easy. “You’ll scrub in with me. I’ll make it happen.” 

Others might say he was giving her a leg up because he fancied her, and perhaps that was true, but she was also the best at her job. She had talent, an immediate knack in their field, Working alongside her felt natural, made the job easier, and he was filled with pride each time she finished her work: flawless, and such a quick learner.  “No one else is ready for it. Not even my brother.” He paused. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

He’d opened his mouth to say more, but then she was moving in close again, and he quite lost his breath. It was too much. Her so close, her fingers on his chest. He was sure that wink would be the death of him. He cleared his throat and, after she was gone from the on-call room, counted to five, and then followed her. No one was supposed to know they had been hiding away togethe after all. 

“Hm, tempting offer. Let me think about it.” the truth was, Talisa had been dodging his invitations to lunch or dinner all week, just because dinner meant a public open space. It meant people knowing about them, potentially seeing them out together which was something that she hadn’t really wrapped her head around yet. No one in the hospital knew that they were seeing each other, and things were alright so Talisa was afraid that people learning about them would throw the good thing they had going on, into chaos. She gave him a look, not even sure if he had the power to do what he wanted with resident schedules. “You’re not in charge of our schedules, the chief is. Last time I checked you’re just the hotshot new neuro surgeon specialist.”

“That, and you want to get in my pants.” she said pointedly, unafraid to be honest and blunt with him. She smirked and let her hand go into his hair, touching it gently as she pushed his head down to get on her level so she could kiss him in the safety of the private on call room, relishing in his addictive kisses just before she slipped from his grasp and made use of her head start into the patients room, which she ducked into just a couple of seconds before Robb walked in.

As she presented the patient’s case, she couldn’t help but smile at the ipad that she was reading from as she felt his intense stare running all over her body. And as soon as she was done presenting, she smiled at the patient - a young girl, and then her parents, trying to reassure them that she was going to be alright. “— you have Doctor Stark, he’s the best one! And he’s not bad to look at too, right?” she said half-joking towards the little girl who had already developed a bit of a crush on Robb and confided in Talisa earlier.