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1 or 34 for the prompt thing? With ransom/holster or polyfrogs?? :)
I couldnāt decide, so I did both! Read under the cut.
34.meeting at a masquerade ball au
Polyfrogs
āYou see them yet?ā Lardo asked, a little tooloudly for Derekās tastes. He shot her a look. She made a wonderful personalassistant, as discreet as could be, but sometimes he wondered if she did thesethings just to mess with him.
āNot yet,ā Derek told her. He leaned back againstthe banister. Of all the public events where it was necessary to uphold astrong image, masquerade balls were not one of them.
āI thought you liked planning parties?ā Derekteased. āWasnāt it part of your job description?ā
āYes and no,ā Lardo said. āCompromise and improvisationare just one of my many, many talents.ā
Derek eyed her until she smirked and added, āBut I willsay this has been pretty fun.ā
āThought so,ā he grunted, turning his eyes back tothe crowd.
His vantage point was a good one, but he debated aboutlifting the half-mask from his face. It was equally efficient at obscuring hisidentity as well as his eyesight. The risk was a little too high, however. Ifsomeone recognized the Prince, even hidden in a far corner of the ballroom,heād have no chance of finding who he was looking forā either of them.
It hadnāt been hard to figure out where the dark haired boyhad come from, for all it seemed his first object of interest had never heardof the word āsubtleā in his life. Though Derek hadnāt quite figuredout his name, there were only so many bakers in the nearby cities. It mighthave been easier with specifics, but with all the palaces resources at hisdisposal, Derek could have narrowed his place of work figured out in no time. Buthe was trying to use a more romantic approach. Ā All the young man had gushed about on thefirst night was how swell he found these parties to be, anyway. What did ithurt to throw another? Ā (Or two?)
The other one was harder. All he knew was that the was aredhead and couldnāt seem to stay by Derekās side for more than a minute. Derekhad only caught him for a few moments on the second night, which was whatconcerned him the most. If the redhead had only shown up briefly on the secondnight, who was to say he would come on the third night at all? He was sure thatif only he could catch him once more, just once more minute in proper lighting,he could memorize the pattern of freckles that crept from under the teenāstattered mask once and for all. Then Derek could find him without throwinganother masquerade. Even if it meant he had to go door to door to every housein the kingdom to do it.
Without warning, Lardo nudged Derekās side with her elbow.āHey. You said one of them had red hair, right?ā
āWhy?ā Derek asked, but as he followed her line ofsight, it was obvious. The freckled subject of his dreams was making his way toone of the side doors, but at that same moment Derek spotted the other one, theone who was all smiles and excitement, passing by at the exact same time.Heading in the opposite direction, of course. Derek cursed.
The red haired one was would probably flee sooner ratherthan later, but the bakerās son was more likely to disappear in to the crowd.Derek had never had to choose between them both at the same time before. Heādbeen lucky until this point. For a moment, he cursed the ridiculousness of theuse of masks at this ball, even though he had originally signed off on the ideain the name of romance.
āTag team?ā Lardo suggested. He nodded.
He headed one way, and she went another. There would nothave to be a fourth night of festivities if Derek had anything to say about it.
1. soulmates au
Ransom/Holster
Inspired by: x
Adam didnāt ever think about the names tattooed on hiswrist.
Well, no. That was a lie. He did think about it. He justdidnāt think about it constantly.
āRansom and Holsterā wasnāt the most commonsoulmark he had ever seen. Not that any two soulmarks were alike. They came inpictures or words or even weird splotches of color tacked on a personāscollarbone like an afterthought. Every soulmark came in various shades of weird,and Adam considered himself rather lucky to have one that came in actual words.
Adam could see where the āHolsterā came in, alittle, if he tried really hard to compare it to his last name. And if hetentatively accepted the second person to be himself, it still left a bigquestion as to who āRansomā was. Was it a nickname, likeāHolsterā could be? Was it derived in any way from his soulmateāsname, or was it like one of those things where āDickā came fromāRichardā? With so many people in the world who ended up withmysteries for soulmarks, it sometimes made Adamās mind reel that he was luckyenough to at least get an idea of what to be on the lookout for.
So, yeah, Adam did thinkabout it. It was just that in the middle of his first official hockey practice atSamwell wasnāt exactly the best time.
He was talking to the other d-man heād found so far, Justin.He seemed like a pretty alright guy, for all Adam had been speaking to him forfive minutes. Kind of handsome too, not that Adam was going to out and out sayso to the guyās face. It was only his first day, after all.
Somehow they had gotten on the topic of old hockeynicknames. Adam was sure heād be getting a new one now that he was in a newplace. He didnāt really mind. āBirkerā had been alright, but it hadnever really been anything he absolutely loved. Not that heād ever allowed hisold teammates to ever call him what was inked on his wrist. IfāHolsterā really did belong to him, he wanted it to come as naturallyas possible.
āOluransi,ā Justin said after Adam introducedhimself. āBack in Toronto, the boys called me Ranser.ā
Adam nodded. It was a solid name. It would definitely catchtheir attention on the ice. Ā
A guy with a sick mane in the works and the thickestpornstache Adam had ever seen in his life skated by breezily, in an out with aquick comment like the words meant nothing to him. They hit Adam like a ton ofbricks.
āOh shit!ā The guy said. āWe should call youRansom and Holster. Sick name for a pair of d-men.ā
The word felt upside down and sideways all at once. Or, no,that was wrong. It felt more like the world hadbeen upside down and sideways all Adamās life, and now the universe wasfinally reorienting itself.
Justinā Ransomācaught his eye. Their voices seemed to be in synch.
āRansom andā¦ā
āHolster?ā Justinā his soulmateā finished.
Ransom and Holster. Ransom and Holster.
Something clicked in to place. Everything was sharp and in focus.
Adam looked at Justin. Justin looked back. They were bothbeaming.