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FearlessLeader19 · 06-30-2026, 11:14 PM

SPOILER!!: Hart’s other half! <3

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Originally Posted by Zoe

"Just for me, hmm?" Dafydd's laugh came easily at Hartley's declaration. One brow lifted. "Well, now I feel rather privileged. Imagine having exclusive access to all this goofiness."

The teasing warmth in his eyes only deepened at the mention of his ego.

"My ego?" he repeated. "I seem to recall a certain husband informing me approximately five minutes ago that nothing is too much for me. If anyone's responsible for inflating my sense of self-importance, I suspect it's you."

The dramatic gasp that followed earned another shake of his head.

"I'm afraid not. No royal blood. No secret inheritance. No hidden kingdom waiting to be reclaimed." His gaze flicked briefly toward the roses he had carefully set aside. "Though if there were, I imagine you'd still find a way to make a bigger fuss over me than any royal court ever could."

As they settled at the table, he found himself watching Hartley for a moment after the other man sat down. There was something endlessly endearing about the way Hart seemed so genuinely pleased by his own efforts whenever they were appreciated, which they always were. The sight had an uncanny ability to kindle the same quiet affection in Dafydd no matter how many times he witnessed it.

The toast drew a soft smile from him, one that only grew when Hart immediately latched onto a single word: ridiculous. "Of course that's the part you focus on," he said dryly.

"Well," he said quietly once Hart had finished, lifting his glass once more, "someone has to keep you from accidentally adopting every stray creature, cursed artefact, and questionable project that crosses your path." His tone was light, the affection beneath unmistakable.

"And for the record, patience has very little to do with it." He reached across the table, his fingers brushing briefly against Hartley's hand. "You're worth it." Simple. Matter-of-fact. Entirely true.

Dafydd finally took another sip of his drink before setting the glass aside.

"Now," he continued, glancing toward the impressive spread of food between them, "tell me honestly—how long have you been planning this?" His eyes narrowed with playful suspicion. He knew the look of a man who'd been secretly orchestrating something for a while.

“Just for you!” Hart happily confirmed. He had no qualms about that entire aspect of his personality being all for the man before him. In any case, every aspect of him was Daf’s. “I’m glad you recognise that, babe. I know you haven’t any doubts about it but it’s a reminder nevertheless.” Oh yes, that teasing was noted; clearly teasing was something that neither of them would quench when it came to the other.

Okay, Dafydd had him there and he told him as much, laughing in amusement as this was done. “So that means I’ll be inflating that ego rather often then. Oh no, I fell into my own trap.” Cue the fake look of horror! That look quickly melted into a soft one. Of course there was no concern, nor would there ever be, with regard to any sort of royalty. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any more teasing. “Of course! Only the best and the loudest ways, within reason, to show my love for you.” Would Daf ever get used to that? Hart hoped not!

The Historian had been busy inspecting - yet again! - the spread he had ordered. Everything was still in tip-top shape, which was a relief. But then he felt those eyes on him and he looked up to meet the other pair. Such gorgeous, gorgeous eyes! It would be easy for anyone to drown in them.

Hart didn’t say anything to that, simply beamed a million-watt smile. Which he supposed was a reply itself to Daf. Yep, he liked when his hubby called him ‘ridiculous’! “Oh! Is that the reason you married me?” he asked brightly. “To keep me in check?” Then he got a little serious, definitely shifting the lightheartedness of their conversation. “But I am always grateful for you looking out for me.”

There was a wiggle of eyebrows from him as that question was tossed out. “For a while. I needed to ensure everything was perfection. Just wait until you see what else is in store for you, babe!” Hart tapped his chin thoughtfully. “By the way,’’ he asked casually. “Do you have a wishlist?” Perhaps Christmas can come early for the love of his life, and Hart would be playing the part of Santa.

Ho Ho Ho!

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FearlessLeader19 Potterdom Mod Charing Cross Rd. Mod WWW Mod Wrackspurt Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Gaia BH1 Posts: 217,379 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sarika Aarohi Curious Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Shimron Bacari Goth Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Viano Valentino Thanatos-Misra Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Nayan Singh-Phora Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Harvey Thunder Forsfelle Ravenclaw Third Year x12 x12	~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄ SPOILER!!: Hart’s other half! <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe "Just for me, hmm?" Dafydd's laugh came easily at Hartley's declaration. One brow lifted. "Well, now I feel rather privileged. Imagine having exclusive access to all this goofiness." The teasing warmth in his eyes only deepened at the mention of his ego. "My ego?" he repeated. "I seem to recall a certain husband informing me approximately five minutes ago that nothing is too much for me. If anyone's responsible for inflating my sense of self-importance, I suspect it's you." The dramatic gasp that followed earned another shake of his head. "I'm afraid not. No royal blood. No secret inheritance. No hidden kingdom waiting to be reclaimed." His gaze flicked briefly toward the roses he had carefully set aside. "Though if there were, I imagine you'd still find a way to make a bigger fuss over me than any royal court ever could." As they settled at the table, he found himself watching Hartley for a moment after the other man sat down. There was something endlessly endearing about the way Hart seemed so genuinely pleased by his own efforts whenever they were appreciated, which they always were. The sight had an uncanny ability to kindle the same quiet affection in Dafydd no matter how many times he witnessed it. The toast drew a soft smile from him, one that only grew when Hart immediately latched onto a single word: ridiculous. "Of course that's the part you focus on," he said dryly. "Well," he said quietly once Hart had finished, lifting his glass once more, "someone has to keep you from accidentally adopting every stray creature, cursed artefact, and questionable project that crosses your path." His tone was light, the affection beneath unmistakable. "And for the record, patience has very little to do with it." He reached across the table, his fingers brushing briefly against Hartley's hand. "You're worth it." Simple. Matter-of-fact. Entirely true. Dafydd finally took another sip of his drink before setting the glass aside. "Now," he continued, glancing toward the impressive spread of food between them, "tell me honestly—how long have you been planning this?" His eyes narrowed with playful suspicion. He knew the look of a man who'd been secretly orchestrating something for a while. “Just for you!” Hart happily confirmed. He had no qualms about that entire aspect of his personality being all for the man before him. In any case, every aspect of him was Daf’s. “I’m glad you recognise that, babe. I know you haven’t any doubts about it but it’s a reminder nevertheless.” Oh yes, that teasing was noted; clearly teasing was something that neither of them would quench when it came to the other. Okay, Dafydd had him there and he told him as much, laughing in amusement as this was done. “So that means I’ll be inflating that ego rather often then. Oh no, I fell into my own trap.” Cue the fake look of horror! That look quickly melted into a soft one. Of course there was no concern, nor would there ever be, with regard to any sort of royalty. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any more teasing. “Of course! Only the best and the loudest ways, within reason, to show my love for you.” Would Daf ever get used to that? Hart hoped not! The Historian had been busy inspecting - yet again! - the spread he had ordered. Everything was still in tip-top shape, which was a relief. But then he felt those eyes on him and he looked up to meet the other pair. Such gorgeous, gorgeous eyes! It would be easy for anyone to drown in them. Hart didn’t say anything to that, simply beamed a million-watt smile. Which he supposed was a reply itself to Daf. Yep, he liked when his hubby called him ‘ridiculous’! “Oh! Is that the reason you married me?” he asked brightly. “To keep me in check?” Then he got a little serious, definitely shifting the lightheartedness of their conversation. “But I am always grateful for you looking out for me.” There was a wiggle of eyebrows from him as that question was tossed out. “For a while. I needed to ensure everything was perfection. Just wait until you see what else is in store for you, babe!” Hart tapped his chin thoughtfully. “By the way,’’ he asked casually. “Do you have a wishlist?” Perhaps Christmas can come early for the love of his life, and Hart would be playing the part of Santa. Ho Ho Ho! __________________ 🌺🌺🌺 I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen. The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be.🌺🌺🌺