A non-Hollonov prompt incoming! (If you're still taking them)
I 100% love the idea of Troy taking Harris' name after marriage, so I was thinking something where they're already engaged and Troy and Harris want to let either the full team, a smaller group of them or just Coach Weibe privately know about how Troy is going to make the change from Barret to Drover not just legally, but also in every way including on his jersey. I'd imagine it would be a big deal to some people in the hockey world because while Scott, Ilya and Shane are all married none of them made a change like that in an workplace capacity so Troy would be the first of the queer hockey players doing the traditionally feminine thing in a marriage of fully taking his spouses name and dropping his old one. I've read fics where it was Troy and Harris talking about the decision with each other but not as many where they're talking about it with others.
yayyy of course and oh my god anon your mind!!! i gasped when I read this prompt, so creative <3 i adore troy and harris.
I am still taking prompts for all the non-hollanov couples of the GCU!! <3 (hollanov prompts are welcome too but will be answered later)
i'm having surgery tomorrow followed by 1 week+ sick leave so i'll have so much time :) don't be shy about sending in prompts!!
"Coach, can I talk to you for a sec?" Troy caught Coach Wiebe just on his way to his office.
"Yeah of course, what's up? D'you want to sit down?" Wiebe gestured over his shoulder at his office door.
"No, it's fine, nothing big." Troy shifted on his feet; Wiebe was the nicest coach he'd ever had, but older men still made him nervous. Especially when it was about things like this. "So, you know how Harris and I are getting married this summer."
"Yeah, of course!" Wiebe gave him a big smile, but it turned into a shocked expression and wide eyes suddenly.
Troy stared back at him, momentarily caught off-guard. "..what?"
"...are you gonna ask me to officiate or something?" Wiebe asked, hushed.
It was so absurd that Troy couldn't help a startled laugh break out of him. "Coach, I really appreciate you, but I think Harris would kill me if I did. He's got it all figured out."
"Oh." Coach Wiebe deflated, clearly relieved. "I mean, I'd do it. I just don't love speaking in front of a crowd."
Troy narrowed his eyes at him. "You speak in front of us all the time."
"Yeah, but you're all dumbasses. So, what is it, then?" Coach crossed his arms with a good-natured smile.
Troy took another deep breath. "So, uh... I'm... I'm changing my name. I'm taking his last name."
Coach stared at him for a long moment, silent. Then, he said, "Wow."
"It's final, decision made," Troy said quickly, feeling like he had to defend his position on this.
"Hey." Coach reached out, one of his big hands landing on Troy's shoulder. "That's great."
Troy blinked at him for a second. When he didn't say anything else, Coach added, "I know you're not exactly attached to the guy your last name came from. So. I'm glad you found one you are attached to."
Troy looked down at his feet. "I am."
"Although you'll have to forgive me if I keep calling you Barrett in practice a few times." Wiebe tapped his finger against his own temple.
"That'll be okay," Troy grinned, feeling twenty pounds lighter all of a sudden.
"Have you told management yet? We'll have to order new jerseys for you."
"Yes, Sir," Troy said, and Coach, laughing, patted his cheek. "Don't call me Sir, I'm not that old."
Troy felt his cheeks flush pleasantly.
"Are you not going to tell me to think about it? How it'll ruin my brand or whatever? How it'll make the commissioner even more homophobic?" he couldn't resist asking.
Coach shrugged. "You're a smart guy, I'm assuming you've given it a good think." He frowned. "As for the commissioner..." He blew out a breath. "No comment on that one."
Troy snorted. "Can't get much worse you mean?"
"Maybe this is the one that finally gives him a heart attack," Wiebe said, cupping his hand over his mouth like he was telling a secret.
Troy laughed, an actual, out-loud laugh, startling himself. "Fuck."
Wiebe gave him a wink, then half-turned towards his office door. "You're good?"
"I'm good, Coach," Troy replied, "Thank you."
