#trarris

Meanwhile Troy just accepts this with the stoicism of a man who is dating someone who loves animals. He's just like "oh who's this" and Harris is like "this is caramel, this is honey, this is maple and this is mama sugar!" And Troy's just like hell yeah.

Chiron looooves the puppies and is such a good step dad.

I have a grudge against carrot juice. It´s got nothing to do about taste, ive never tried it. It's just that the existence of carrot juice feels inherently wrong.

Adverse Childhood Experiences by MoonbeamDiAngelo

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Stage 2 of me drawing Harris and myself.

Yeah, like i get it, we all love hollanov. But the other GC couples also deserve some love 🫶 thank you for the prompt! ALSO if you follow my tdh series I have this tiny detail in it where Kyle flirts with Troy when he comes in, so be prepared 😈 also this got way longer than expected but i just love themmmm

send me prompts for game changers couples besides hollanov pleeeeease let's give them some love

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"Wow, this is very..." Harris did not finish the sentence, looking around the Kingfisher with wide eyes and an even wider, slightly toothy smile which told Troy he was trying to avoid saying something unkind.

"Very what?" Troy asked.

"...masc." Harris gave him a smile. "But that's fine, I just wasn't sure what to expect of a gay sports bar. It's cozy though."

"You'll like it, they have great food, too." Troy hooked his arm around Harris' waist. "Come on, I think I see them."

He led Harris through the bar to a booth which currently contained Scott Hunter and his husband Kip, as well as Eric Bennett. Kip spotted them as they walked over, and waved excitedly.

"Oh my god, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!" He exclaimed when they reached them, and squeezed by Scott to hug Harris. Troy knew they'd been texting here and there for a while now, probably complaining about their MLH husbands.

"Same to you!" Harris squeezed Kip, returning the hug, then shook Scott's and Eric's hands. "Very cozy place you've got here."

It was witchcraft to Troy how easily Harris slid into social situations without being awkward. He, too, greeted them before they sat down.

"Don't get me started," Kip sighed, "so much needs to be done in here. That's our summer plan."

"My summer plan is to go to Mykonos," Scott joked, "You can come or not."

Kip stuck his tongue out at him, but reached out to squeeze his shoulder. Scott grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. Troy enjoyed how at ease everyone was here. It was one of his favorite parts of the Kingfisher.

"So, how do you like New York, Harris?" Eric Bennett asked, his voice calm and kind as usual.

Harris gave him his 1000 watt smile, which always had Troy a little jealous when someone else was on the receiving end. "It's fascinating. Don't think I could live here, I'm a country boy at heart, but it's great for a visit."

They chatted away, and the New Yorkers made space for Harris and Troy in their booth. Just before Troy could sit down, two hands landed on his shoulders, squeezing.

"My favorite patron," Kyle purred, giving Troy a hug from behind.

"And his boyfriend," Troy said, almost automatically, before turning around and giving Kyle a hug. For some reason, Kyle had zeroed in on Troy from the first second he had set foot in the Kingfisher with Roz all that time ago.

"Oh, even better!" Kyle pulled back, and immediately spotted Harris. "Wow, so nice to finally meet you, Harris!" Kyle very openly gave Harris a once-over while Harris smiled and waved at him, seemingly not bothered by the flirtation.

"Stop it," Eric groaned with a chuckle. "And I thought I was your favorite patron."

"You're my favorite boss." Kyle blew Eric a kiss.

"Hey," Scott complained.

"A lot of enmeshment going on here," Harris joked.

"Girl, you know it." Kyle gave an exaggerated sigh. "What can I get you?" His eyes widened. "Oh, you're the cider guy, right? Oh my god, we need to talk later."

A satisfied little smile appeated on Harris' face. "Yeah, let's talk. And I think I'll try the Scott Hunter?" He gave Scott a glance; Scott rolled his eyes with an embarrassed laugh. Kyle had, by now, come up with a list of cocktails all named after queer hockey players.

"Always a good choice." Kyle gave Harrris a wink.

"Agreed," Kip smirked. "How long has your family been making cider?" They very quickly devolved into an animated conversation about cider, which Kyle joined once he returned with their drinks.

"Ah, they've got it now," Scott gave Troy a little lopsided, fond grin.

"Just fair, considering we usually talk about hockey for two hours when we meet up here," Eric commented with a shrug, taking a sip of his lime and cucumber water.

"Yeah," Troy agreed, watching Harris tell a story, gesturing animatedly as Kyle and Kip both laughed. "Give it two hours and they'll have come up with a whole new concept for the bar."

"It could use it," Eric said.

"It sure could," Scott sighed. "I'm going to Mykonos either way, though. We'll pay someone to do the reno."

"No way Kyle is leaving that in someone else's hands," Eric said, sounding fond.

"Luckily you're not beholden to the season schedule anymore, then." Scott held out his beer and clinked it against Eric's glass, making Eric smile.

Next to them, their three boyfriends stuck their heads together as Kyle was showing Kip and Harris something on his phone.

"...it's not even going to take two hours," Scott said.

I think if you'd ask Harris, he'd say "Great, wonderful!!" and if you'd ask Troy, he'd just be doing a 'cut it' motion with his hand.

Harris is a planner and an aesthetic person at heart, AND a romantic, so you KNOW this wedding has GOT to be perfect. There's a pinterest board which sees daily use a year in advance. There's about twelve lists. Harris has mobilized the entire WAG group for support.

anything with dogs is an immediate yes for me

send me prompts for all the non-hollanov gc couples, let's give them some love!!

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So, somehow they ended up with four plus/minus one dogs in total, which to some people (*cough* Ilya Rozanov *cough*) was the ideal number of dogs. Considering Troy had never really seen himself as owning even one dog, he wasn't sure how to count that.

Anyway.

It was probably a fate many men with partners who had an affinity for animals shared; somehow, more just kept showing up. And how were you supposed to say no, when the dogs were disabled or old or kept looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. Or when your husband did the same.

Heather had come to them via Facebook marketplace, of all places. Her previous owner couldn't pay her medical bills anymore, and urgently needed someone to take her off of his hands.

Harris had plopped her into Troy's lap with an unceremonious "New dog!" on the day he'd picked her up, and she had immediately accepted her fate and rolled into a cinnamon-bun sized heap in his lap.

Heather was tiny; so tiny that sometimes, Troy wondered how something so small could even be alive. She was probably some kind of chihuaha-yorkie mix; they lovingly joked she was half amoeba. Now that they had gotten her kidney issues sorted out, she was a happy, joyful little thing, and Troy was unexpectedly fond of her.

So fond, in fact, that Harris had started referring to her as Troy's dog.

Anyway.

They used a rare free morning together to drive into Ottawa, because Troy wanted to do something nice for Harris and take him to his favorite café in the city, which had just released their new seasonal menu. Troy was always of the opinion that Harris deserved to be spoiled.

The café had outside seating, luckily, because finding a table inside with four dogs, two of which were large, was a pain. It took Troy the entire five minutes Harris was inside to order to sort out all three leashes; at least he didn't need to sort out Heather, too, since she sat comfortably inside his zip-up hoodie like a baby kangaroo. Chiron and grandma Chili both flopped to the ground within seconds, but Boba kept staring at the door, as if to make sure Harris wouldn't get lost. His leg stump twitched like it usually did when he was nervous (which was most of the time, really.)

"It's okay, buddy," Troy told him, trying to calm him down. "Dad's coming back."

Boba let out a pityful noise, his perfectly triangular ears perked. Apparently, most shiba inus didn't care much about humans; theirs did. A little too much, sometimes.

Troy finally settled in the patio chair, reaching for the menu. Heather poked her head out from his hoodie, sniffing the air.

"Oh my god!"

Troy looked up, used to people reacting like this when they saw him in public. Luckily, their reactions were much kinder now than they had been some years ago.

A young woman had stopped on the sidewalk, staring with a big smile. "Would you mind if I took a photo?"

Troy gave her a wooden smile. "No problem, of course."

She approached, pulling out her phone. "Oh my god, this is great."

Troy shifted in his seat, expecting her to lean in for a selfie. Instead, she bent down, focusing her lens on Heather, who was still poking her tiny head out of Troy's sweater.

"Oh," Troy said quietly.

"That's the cutest dog I've ever seen!" the woman exclaimed.

Troy felt Heather's tiny tail starting to wag agaist his stomach.

"Thank you," he smiled; it was a real one this time.

"And her bow is so cute!"

"She loves her bow," Troy said fondly.

"Your other dogs are so cute, too." The woman leaned down and pet Chiron, who sniffed her before slowly wagging his tail. "You're living my dream."

"I'm living my husband's dream," Troy corrected her, making her laugh.

"Ah come on," she said, "You obviously love them."

"He does." Harris, who had come out of the door, put down a mug of cappuchino in front of Troy, giving the woman a big grin. "Especially the little one."