#harvor

”After everything that we’ve been through, we’re here. We’re on this floor together, surrounded by our closest friends. You’ve given me a shoulder to lean on and showed me that my oddities, the way they were, have a place in this world. And I just know you’re never gonna stop making this life interesting. Can’t wait to see what you’ll do next, or what we’ll do next.”

What would I even look up 😭

Someone please I can’t be the only one

Send me a ship and a number and I will write a kiss…

25. …as a ‘yes’.

There were a lot of things Harper expected to see whenever she returned home from a day of working with the townspeople of Crown Mesa. She was used to being welcomed home by the soft, yellow lights of the redstone lamps and the sounds of the night breeze brushing against dried up bushes. She had grown used to the rare nights where she could hear the sounds of rabbits scurrying along the sand. She enjoyed those sounds the most. It meant that life was returning to Crown Mesa, and the scars left on the world by PAMA were slowly healing. 

But the sight before her was not something she was expecting.

There was Ivor, standing at the front of her home. The strange man was carrying  an armload of vases filled with different flowers. He struggled to keep them all balanced, little specks of dirt from the vases spilling out onto the sand as he did. Surrounding him was a circle of candles, none of them lit up. Ivor muttered under his breath, unaware of her presence, as he shifted a vase of roses to his left arm while trying to place down another vase full of daises. 

Clearly, he had been expecting her to get home later. It was just his rotten luck that Harper picked tonight of all nights to get home earlier to catch up on sleep. Harper considered staying perfectly quiet and still, just to see where this was going.

But, she then decided she couldn’t bare to watch him balance a vase of poppies on one foot anymore. 

Harper cleared her throat. 

Ivor let out a surprised yelp and spun around, the flower pots all crashing onto the sand. 

“Ha-Harper!” He stumbled over his words. He quickly bent down to try and gather up the flowers. “You’re—ah—just in time! I was about to conduct an experiment, and I wanted to get your input on it!”

Harper folded her arms and grinned, “Oh, an experiment, you say? Go on, Ivor. What is it?”

Ivor stood back up. The flowers in his arms were crushed against his chest with petals falling off. He darted his eyes back and forth between the flowers and the candles still standing on the ground. 

“Well I…since I always bring you so many flower samples from my home,” Ivor began, his words drawing out as he desperately attempted to say anything convincing, “I thought, perhaps, we should test the flowers’…um…”

His eyes moved towards the candles once more.

“…Flammability!”

Harper, with the grin still on her face, said, “You came over to my house to set flowers on fire?”

Ivor paused, then said, “…Yes.”

Well. Harper couldn’t help but be impressed. Props for commitment. She had to hold back her laughter for only a little bit longer. 

“Sure Ivor!” She said in overly-happy tone, “Let me go get my flint and steel and we can start!”

Ivor stepped forward and loudly exclaimed, “WAIT!”

“Yes, Ivor?”

“I also…I also wanted to ask you something,” Ivor said in defeat. He let out a sigh, “Jesse is throwing a summer festival in Beacontown next week. She asked me to invite you. And I suppose…would you like to accompany me?”

There it was. 

Finally, Harper could release the laugh building up as she walked towards him. She patted his shoulder and leaned forward to press a small kiss to his cheek. 

“I’d love to.” 

Petra: Yeah?

Jesse: Wouldn't Ivor and Harper make a really good couple?

Petra: Ivor and Harper? I don't see it.

Jesse:

Petra: Oh Notch, now I see it.

Jesse, beaming:

When you found your perfect crush in your dreams... This would really happens...