Flat: Johanson and Stonewall

[Lottiepot]

Welcome to the flat of Dafydd Johanson and Hartley Stonewall located above Scribbulus Writing Implements.

As you enter through the front door, you are greeted with the sight of the open living room and dining room combination. You can do what you want with this space, whether that be adding a a dining table to the left hand side giving a comfortable location to eat or have the room just be one large living space. If you walk all the way through the living room, there is a sliding glass door leading out to your personal balcony that looks out over the Alley. This is a great space to sit to drink your mid afternoon tea or early morning coffee - or the perfect spot for a little garden!

As you walk further down the hall, the entry to your left is where your kitchen can be located. Kitchen comes equipped with all the necessary appliances, dishwasher included for those who prefer to give their spell casting a break. Right across the hall from the kitchen is a cupboard that can be used for storage space.

Directly next to the storage cupboard is a door leading to the first bedroom. This room is slightly smaller than the master, but still a decent amount of space - closet equipped with a sliding door to contain your belongings. Or if you don't need room for an extra bed, this is perfect for an office space or studio for whatever your artistry is.

A little further down the main hall, and you'll encounter another door on the left side. This is where the main restroom is located. Main restroom includes a single sink, toilet, shower and bathtub. Cabinets and a medicine mirror give plenty of storage space for your toiletries as well.

The last room at the very end of the hall is where the largest bedroom resides, with a walk in closet and an en-suite half bath included. The walk in closet has plenty of built in shelves so that you can layer your shoes and personal effects, while the bathroom has a single sink and a toilet for use.

All rooms have plenty of windows for natural lighting, and in the kitchen there is a little booklet provided by Nesting Occamy with phone numbers for leasing agents and maintenance for any issues that may arise. Welcome home!

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SPOILER!!: List of Scenes:

Scene 1: October of 2114: Daf and Hart have secured their flat and are finally moving in together.

[FearlessLeader19]

Scene 1:
October of 2114: Daf and Hart have secured their flat and are finally moving in together.

Characters:
Dafydd Johanson (Zoe)
Hartley Stonewall (FearlessLeader19)

Him proposing prematurely to Dafydd may have resulted in some degree of heartbreak but at least they had finally moved in together. Hartley took this as a positive sign that someday his boyfriend would accept a proposal… if Hart could find the courage to do so again, that is. However, that wasn’t on his mind right now. What was, was this flat! The Historian was absolutely in love with it! One thing was certain: he and Daf would definitely be comfortable here. Plus it helped that they were right about Scribbulus. With him being in university still, stationery was always in demand for classes, homework and projects.

Speaking of university materials… Hartley was currently magically severing the tape from one of the many boxes that held his and Dafydd’s belongings. This box held textbooks from his previous two years of study. They were to be shelved for now in the convenient bookshelf of the flat should they be needed for reference. “How’s it coming along with you, babe?” Hart asked Daf. “Need any help?”

[Zoe]

Dafydd looked up from the pile of kitchen utensils he was attempting to organize, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he heard Hartley's voice. The flat already felt like home, and just being here together, finally sharing a space, filled him with a deep sense of contentment.

"I'm doing alright over here, though I think these pots and pans have multiplied since I last checked," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. He still had that giddy feeling from knowing they had taken this big step, moving in together after everything they'd been through. The premature proposal had been a difficult moment to navigate as he did not feel quite ready yet to make that leap, but it hadn't changed how much he loved Hartley.

"Actually, I could use a hand once you're done with that box," the healer admitted, glancing at the remaining stack of items that still needed sorting. "But no rush, babe. You've already unpacked half the flat while I've been waging war with these kitchen drawers."

There was a light in his eyes as he looked around at their new home—their home. He couldn't help but feel proud of them for making it here, together.

[FearlessLeader19]

Hartley began arranging the books from the first box in alphabetical order according to title. See, he was more likely to remember the names of the books rather than by author so his chosen method of organising would work best for him. As he began playing them on the topmost shelf, he laughed softly at his boyfriend’s words. “Quite sure that’s the amount we had all along. Maybe it all seems a lot because everything we owned separately is now in one place.” Saying that, Hart realised he already missed Evan; they had been flatmates for a few years and their friendship had developed into a strong one during that time. Hartley made a mental note to check up on Evan soon.

The comment about ‘waging war’ made the Historian laugh, and he put down his books in a neat pile without a second thought. Sure, Daf had said there was no rush but maybe Hart just wanted to be close to him white they settled into their first place as a couple. That was why he was soon at the kitchen’s entrance where he leaned casually against the wall as he watched his boyfriend surrounded by all the boxes and utensils. Hartley felt very content as he stood there silently observing the other young man, his heart bursting with love for him. Dafydd was looking around the kitchen but Hart had eyes only for him right now.

[Zoe]

Dafydd caught Hartley's gaze, and a warmth spread through him that made the clutter around them fade away. He leaned against the counter, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he caught Hartley just watching him. There was something soothing about seeing Hartley in their new home, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment.

"Maybe I should start a support group for people overwhelmed by kitchenware," Dafydd teased, pretending to hold up a spatula as if it were a microphone. "First rule: there's no need for a pot-ential problem—let's keep the number of pots and pans under control!" He chuckled, shaking his head at his cheezy kitchen humour.

The sight of Hartley leaning casually against the wall brought a rush of affection. "You know, I think we're going to make a great team in this flat," he said earnestly, his expression softening. "We're building something special here. It feels good."

He looked back at the chaotic assortment of utensils and boxes, then back at Hartley. "Once I've tackled this mountain of kitchen supplies, how about we reward ourselves with a nice dinner? Maybe something we can cook together? Unless we want to make a dive in the Leaky?"

[FearlessLeader19]

Surely Hart wasn’t the only one who felt the sparks whenever he and Daf so much as locked eyes. He let his gaze linger on that smile. Goodness! That boyfriend of his, without a doubt, knew how to melt his heart every moment. And certainly knew how to make him laugh too! “I reckon you’ll have a larger group than you expect. My aunt’s going to sign up first. You know that even with her love for cooking, she always finds some unnecessary utensils to add to her collection.” Maybe that sort of seriousness wasn’t Hart should be replying with to Daf’s humor but what could he say other than Daf still made his brain go foggy, making it difficult for him to think.

Unable to stop himself, Hartley stepped over to Dafydd to give him a soft kiss on the mouth. “We are and I look forward to it. We’re already a great team and we’ll just get better at it.” He was just as earnest as Dafydd was. “It really does. You’re the only person I ever saw myself doing this sort of thing with.”

Hartley was quick to shake his head. “No, let’s make something together. And even if you’re exhausted after tackling your utensils, I’ll make you something. Whatever you want.” Because Hart loved the man before him and would do anything for him. Funny, those sentiments, since he never had pegged himself for being the type to settle down. Not until he had fallen in love with Dafydd, that is.

[Zoe]

He opened his mouth to tell Hartley something along the lines of 'Lettuce turnip the beet and not take things so seriously,' but a set of lips were on his before he could say anything. Dafydd smiled into the kiss, his heart doing a little flip. He could never get over just how much Hart meant to him.

When they pulled apart, his playful demeanor returned, though his heart was still racing. "You say that now, but wait until I start burning toast," he teased, though his expression softened immediately. He knew how sincere Hartley was, and it meant the world to hear those words. "You're the only one I want to be doing this with too," Dafydd murmured, his hand lightly brushing Hartley's cheek, fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, tracing the line of his jaw.

"Alright, it's settled then. Dinner in, cooked by us," he grinned, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of creating something together. "But I'll definitely take you up on that offer if I end up losing this battle with the spatulas." He laughed, gesturing toward the mess of kitchen utensils that had been taunting him since they started unpacking.

Daf leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, considering their options. "How about something simple tonight? Pasta, maybe?" He paused, looking into Hartley's eyes. "I'll even let you take charge of the sauce. Sound like a plan?"

[FearlessLeader19]

If Hart couldn’t think straight a couple seconds earlier, then his brain had definitely given up on him after that kiss. The little shake he gave his head as though attempting to giddiness he felt. Even after dating for years, Daf still had that effect on him.

Hartley gazed fondly at his boyfriend, even as he burst out laughing. “Ugh. Please try not to? Because I really do not fancy eating burnt toast, or burnt anything else for that matter.” In reality though? In reality Hart would eat the burnt food if it came to that since he knew that Daf would have made the food despite being so busy with all the Healer-associated things. Dafydd’s reply meant the world to him too, especially after that failed proposal, sometimes Hartley felt insecure. Did Daf think he was not good enough for him as a husband? He leaned a bit into that hand, his gaze locked onto the other, a big smile on his face while at the same time he tried to push the intrusive thought away.

Then Hart was laughing again. Merlin! Dafydd always could make him crack up, even over the smallest things. “Whatever works, babe. Heck, I’ll even cook while you unpack.” They’d still be in close proximity to each other, which was what Hart wanted. Moving in together somehow ignited the need for him to be a tad clingy with his love. “Excellent! I know we have all the ingredients. We just have to dig it out of one of the boxes.” Hmm… just where were those boxes with their food stash? Hartley turned a full three-sixty degrees on the spot, hoping to spot them.

[Zoe]

Dafydd couldn't help but chuckle softly at Hartley's visible fluster. It was one of those moments that made him realise just how much he cherished their relationship and the way their kisses could turn even the most ordinary moments into something special. "Looks like I still have that effect on you, huh? I'll take it as a compliment," he teased, winking playfully.

"Trust me, I'll do my best to keep the toast from turning into charcoal," he replied, a fond smile gracing his lips as he imagined the worst-case scenario of breakfast gone wrong. "But if it happens, at least we know we can always order in. Or we can call in Evan for any food emergency."

As Hartley laughed, Dafydd felt the giddiness bubble up inside him again. "You're too sweet, you know that? And I think it's a solid plan for you to cook while I unpack. I'll just be your trusty sous-chef and keep an eye on everything you're doing," he said, grinning. "Just let me know what you need, and I'll make sure you have everything within reach."

Dafydd watched Hartley spin around, searching for their food boxes, and it made him chuckle once more. "Maybe try the box labeled 'kitchen chaos,'" he joked before giving a more serious suggestion. "The ones over by the pantry should have our nonperishables." He gestured toward the area before returning to the boxes of kitchen utensils, this time on the hunt for a decent-sized pot.

[FearlessLeader19]

Hart thanked his lucky stars that Daf always gave him such tender looks when he got goofy. He would have been such a sad young man if his boyfriend thought him silly for being that way. Yet Hartlet could never help it and Daf was the only person to ever have such an effect on him. He gave the other guy a wide smile. “I think you always will.” Daf was just… wow.

He allowed his gaze to trace Daf’s wonderful smile, a sight that made him ridiculously happy. “I know you will. I’m not worried, mainly because I know we’ve got options like you mentioned. So either way, we’re not going to starve.” A cheeky grin was thrown at his love. But it was true: there were options, especially when it came to Evan; the former roomie always could be relied upon for food.

“I try to be. For you.” Hart was tremendously warm and fuzzy on the inside that his efforts were noticed and appreciated. “All the ingredients for great pasta,’’ he continued enthusiastically. “I’m guessing my ‘Kiss The Chef’ apron’s in that pantry box.” Duh! Because it was not a perishable. Not in the mood to tumble through it, the Historian whipped out his wand. “Accio Apron!’’ A pale blue apron flew out of the box. He caught it expertly then wanted no time in donning it. The words ‘Kiss The Chef’ were written in white, loopy letters and there was an image of a chef’s hat just below.

“I’ll accept kisses after this meal is made,’’ Hart continued jovially, now waving his wand so that pots, pans and spoons soared to the countertop. “This chef is too hard at work to be disturbed.” Of course, he was joking. Daf was always welcomed to kiss him at any time.

And did he mention just how happy he was? Today truly was one of the happiest days of his life. It just about dulled the ache he had been carrying about the bombed proposal.