Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor

‘-what are you looking for? - all I seek, is you’ - Utawareru Finale by 花之祭P “scenes from a dream” by smallre:pose

【A-S1】謡われるフィナーレ / Utawareru Finale【re:call】

extra:

So, I ship a lot of things that’ll never be canon, but here’s some ships that have a chance.

Monochrome

They have better chemistry than Bumbleb/y in my opinion, and I just can’t stand ^ anymore because of shippers.

They have the Romeo/Juliet vibe going and it just makes sense.

Ren/Nora with other people

I think the best thing for both of them at the moment would be them separating. They can still be friends, but their relationship is kind of bad.

Yang with anyone from JNR, honestly.

Snow Hare

They 100% had a relationship in the past, you can’t change my mind, so inside of making them canon now, they can just talk about their past relationship.

Seamonkeys

They are in love, and it makes sense.

Any ship between the Happy Huntresses

Springthyme, Canary, Honestleaf, Greensheep, Grazing Meadows, Unseen Marriment, any of them, all great.

Cinnabuns

So we all know in the musical she claims to have adhd (add is an outdated term for a specific type of it) but I think maybe she has both or was simply misdiagnosed, which could be possible cause boy are more likely to diagnosed as autistic than girls

We all know she loves play rehearsal so maybe theatre in general could be her main special interest

She also doesn’t seem to completely understand socials cues like being pretty blunt (openly laughing at jake talking about his parents) and sorta oblivious (not knowing Jeremy was going to respond to her) (not realizing how she could be leading Jeremy on)

This mainly hc but she seems to be the type to get under stimulated. If she’s in an area with not much stimulation she’ll consistently start stimming, if she has absolutely nothing to do/listen to/look at she tends to get breakdowns. It’s also widely hc’d that she really likes musicals with could partly be because there is so much going on

She also seems to like taking a lot and doesn’t really have an “off switch”

And since I’m a cinnabuns shipper I imagine Jenna at first being like “huh?” but is soon really chill with it

First Christmas, Ninth Doctor x reader:

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, Domestics.

About the first Christmas, you shared together, alongside Jack and Rose!

“Do you know I love you?” You ask, mindlessly lying on your back and reading, head on the Doctor’s lap while he runs his fingers over to top of your head, playing with your h/c hair.

“No.” The Doctor rolls his eyes scornfully. You look up at him, eyes narrowed. You sit up, nervously tugging on his pyjama sleeve, weakly murmuring,

“Hold my hand.”

The Doctor immediately shifted and held his hand out for you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You took his hand and, your voice hoarse you utter,

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with. If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because damn... you’d realise just how much I’ve fallen for you.”

The Doctor sighed gently, tearing his aged blue eyes away from yours.

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

“Honey, no!” You whisper, raising the hand that wasn’t gripping his to cup his cheek, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted- and you’re so unrivalled in my heart. The only thing I can do is love you!”

The Doctor smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back. He laughs for a moment, before shaking his head.

“Darling, your heart is too pure for me. No matter how you argue with me.”

“Isn’t this your first Christmas as a couple?” Jack asks, working on hanging decorations on the TARDIS console room, standing on the top of a ladder.

The Doctor and Jack were decorating and ‘revamping’ the console while you and Rose got to do the other areas like the kitchen and TV room.

“Uhm. Yeah, I suppose it is.” The Doctor nods, glancing up at Jack. “Why...?”

“Oh, I was just... hm, I’ll say... curious,” Jack smirks. “Let's make a deal.”

”What about?” The Doctor asks, rolling his eyes.

”Y/n. How about I help you develop your romantic abilities as everyone loves stuff like that.”

”Why would I want that?” The Doctor asks.

Jack sighs, before explaining, “People love romance, deep down. You two are young sweethearts, and you frankly could do with some practice, it's adorable and all but... it’s a little annoying.”

”Y/n-” The Doctor began to argue but was cut off.

“Boys!” You greet walking into the Console room, walking up to the console and tapping a few buttons, “Old girl.” You then turn to the Doctor, who happened to be right next to you, smirking at you, and pull him into a hug, of which he reciprocates, “Anyway. Has either of you seen any tape? Rose can’t find any more and we’ve searched the kitchen.”

“You two going to stop hugging and kiss yet?” Jack mocks derisively. You, suddenly aware of where you are positioned, nervously push yourself away from him with a murmured apology, of which came from both of you. The Doctor shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out some tape after a few seconds of rummaging, handing it to you slowly.

“Thanks, Doctor!” You smile, internally fighting the urge to kiss his cheek, but you gave in, placing your lips against his cheek for a small moment. Your smile developed when you realised he didn't mind, you were beaming at him, in fact.

He could feel his hearts melt.

You looked into his eyes and thanked him again before walking off, shouting,

“Hey, Rose!”

A pregnant silence filled the console.

“So tell me what to do.” the Doctor sighed, giving in.

Jack and Rose were taking this seriously. They were giving him all the advice he needed, which was a lot, given his circumstances, and gave him a few ideas.

The first idea: A love letter. He liked the idea but it was proven to be more difficult to write than initially thought. He was never good at expressing himself.

“Jack, I can’t do this!” The Doctor sighed, scrunching up another piece of paper.

“Write how she makes you feel, Doc. It’s not that difficult, she’ll respect your honesty.”

Meanwhile, you were subtly trying to prove your love to him through arguably adorable methods, such as notes in his jacket/ around the TARDIS (maybe leaving reminders outside of his bedroom door, trying to remind him that you care about him through similar notes), offering to do anything he wants, complimenting him every few hours, sharing cute quotes, poems and stories with him and trying to be around him -but not forcing him to be around you, you understand he’s busy, with what, you aren’t certain.

On December the 15th, after you finished decorating and were just watching a movie as a group, obviously Jack had made you two share a sofa, he couldn’t resist. The movie was playing while you all were talking when the subject of couples eventually came up, and you started to space out about then, not asleep because you weren’t quite comfortable enough.

“So do you have pet names for each other?” Jack asks.

“N-no!” The Doctor snarls.

“What do bees make?”

The Doctors eyebrows furrow, “A lot o’ stuff, including Honey... how did you forget?”

But, as soon as the Doctor said honey, one of your occasional nickname, you snap back into the conversation,

“Forget what?”

“Don’t lie to me Doctor,” Jack warns, then quickly offers, “Why don’t you two cuddle?”

Both you and the Doctor begin to blurt out random excuses, agreeing with the points the other made. Soon the room fell silent, everyone just focusing on the movie... except the Doctor. He would psyche himself up before snaking his arm around your waist and sighed heavily with relief when you cuddled into him.

The Doctor was actually fairly warm when he was nervous, but luckily for you, you were feeling quite cold, so the Doctor being so close was a blessing, and as he was willingly holding you, caressing your side. Then the Doctor, quite uncharacteristically, brushed his palm over yours and brushed your ice-cold fingers with his warm, gentle ones. You knew he wasn’t used to being gentle, and you could tell because of how shakey he was, as though he was worried about... him not being good enough, simply put. You were contemplating why he was so shaky when he tenderly pulled at your palm with two fingers, meekly attempted to ask permission to take your hand in his. You lifted your hand just enough for him to reluctantly envelop your hand in his.

“I-Is that okay?” The Doctor whispered gently against your temple.

“Perfect.”

And with that one word he was at your mercy.

Suddenly, a loud voice caught you both off guard and you nuzzled your head into the Doctor’s neck out of fear. It was just Jack, but he was shouting “Look at you two!” and the Doctor growled. It was an intense, menacing growl that came from the back of his throat as he moved his hand that was previously stroking your waist to your back.

“How are you, Darling?” The Doctors chest rumbled with the quiet mutter that escaped his lips, the low tone coercing you to move closer to him.

“There are more important things to worry about right now.” Raising your hand to his collar and running a finger over his exposed collarbones, which made his body quiver in delight, attempting to pull you even closer.

“This isn't a conversation we should be having, we both know you’re more important than the entirety of time and space right now.” The Doctor pulls away for a cold moment, adjusting himself so he’s reclined slightly and pulls you into his chest, closer than you could’ve gotten before. “Please, I just need to know your answer.”

“I’m home.” You say, nestling against his torso and sighing gently.

“Y-you’re home?” The Doctor would ask and you just hum in approval.”Yeah. Home.”

“You keep forgetting that we are here, you know.” Jack states, “In fairness, it’s incredibly adorable.”

Lifting your head, you and the Doctor make eye contact, your lips less than a few centimetres apart. You were leaning closer when Jack spoke, “So, do you two have any romantic plans this Christmas?” You rested your head on the Doctors chest as you two discussed ideas with Jack. The movie night went well after that, and you all had fallen asleep at around Three am, but what matters is that you both got a great amount of sleep -but Rose and Jack took pictures of the both of you in the morning, as you were lying on top of him and his legs were wrapped around yours with his arms around your waist. 

The next morning, you were all eating some cereal or toast at the breakfast bar, and the Doctor smiled at you before shifting closer to you and wrapping his sleeved arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head. You shift so you can look at him, but you stop moving a moment too soon, lips about as close as the night before, and you found yourselves in the same position as the previous night. His eyes were closely watching your lips, but manages to whisper,

“Don’t kiss me... please.”

“W-why not?” You return meekly.

“Why are you asking?” Fake confidence filling his voice.

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” You return, feeling his breath on your lips.

“I... want to. I want to! I can’t... I can’t, I can’t...” The Doctor directs this to himself, but with his eyes on your lips, he’d have to have some pretty damned good restraint. “It’ll hurt when you leave.”