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good ol classic 8203

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Trois & Honey doodle dump ♥️
Binged watched the whole of nanbaka in two days, and I fell in love with Honey and Trois lol 😭
They remind me of greed pair in a way, but still very different, and I love the bromance of these two (i ship these 2 so hard and its sad asf because the nanbaka fandom is SO. SMALL.)
anyway, sorry for the lack of posts😭 so here u go
I might just dump all my headcanons LOLLL but my ask box(?) is always open so pls ask away <33 im currently also in the DC and Record Of Ragnarok fandom, so if you wanna talk abt any of these fandoms my dms r open!!
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Trois: Did you see my underwear?
Honey: No, Trois.
Trois: Did you want to?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: M Words: 7.7k Pairing: Honey/Trois (8203) Summary: Honey comes to an earth-shattering realization. Also on FFN
Some Trois x Honey drabble, maybe?
ok! (god I love writing these two, just hard to think of any good plots though). backstory headcanon tiiiime! (damn I wanna make more of this)
wiping up the counter of cup marks honey sighed as he examined the bar place. it was the middle of the week so not to many customers were around, except for the bums and lonely singles out for a romp.
cleaning one of the shot glasses he dully noted the entrance door’s bell ring, signifying a customer. real question would be who’d it be this time, a romper or a bum?
“menu?”
honey looked up and nearly did a double take. he was so wrong on both levels. the man sitting at the bar he was face to face with was, in latent terms, handsome. …well, not as handsome as him but he suppose he had the looks to charm any lovesick fool.
his sharp but softened facial features, those sparkling red eyes, and yellow and mint colored hair meshed perfectly to give it a nice dash of stylish color. honestly seeing such features made honey feel…pissed. off. what kind of fake perfection was this?! what was this guy trying to impress huh?! there only had to be ONE pretty boy in this bar and that was HIM! not this frue frue bullshit! never the less he gave him their menu of drinks, not having the ability to kick him out and any bad review put on HIM for any negative service that would leave to getting fired, he had no choice.
the man seemed to glance over the menu before looking back at him with a displeased expression. “this…is all?”
“yes.” he replied through gritted teeth. what was with this guy and his pompous aura?! what’d he expect some five star with fancy cocktails and winery?! he fucking wished! hell, honey fucking wished it was that! but trying to keep a low profile had it’s obvious repercussions.
the customer sighed dismayed as he ordered his drink, possibly the closest to fanciest drink they had champagne. honestly thinking champagne as their most fanciest felt like a spiked bat to his heart as he gave the glass to the other. this place really was the bottom of the barrel of any bar.
“merci.” he replied with a fake gracious smile as he took a sip, while honey took the opportunity to roll his eyes at him. he went back to cleaning more glasses while letting this French fucker drink. after a bit he looked back and found him watching him, taking honey aback. what was this guy finding SO intriguing over watching him cleaning glasses? then again though, he did have a nice hip game when it came to something this mundane that’d grab any lovely lady or gent’s eyes.
“y'know,” he started, making honey look back at him. “, it may be the drink talking, but…your too handsome to be working here.”
the bartender quickly repressed a hard blush from his cheeks. that…that was not what he was expecting really. though, it wasn’t new. he had been told many times from admirers that came here on weekends he’d be better off elsewhere. whether it be a better bar, restaurant, or their bed; none of which were too far from the truth.
“you look more like someone to work for a five star winery.” he continued. honey looked away, taking the compliment. it was different but not by much. “well…‘look’ like you could maybe. actually working there though, I could never see it.”
honey felt a pulse serge as the customer said that. what the hell did he mean by that?! “…what?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“well, look wise you would be, but your attitude and behavior,” he chuckled to himself a bit. “,you’d be kicked out before even finishing an interview to become one.”
he felt his eye twitch. “…attitude?” he asked darkly.
“that little façade of yours, you’d NEVER last long with such a job as that. you’d snap in the first five minutes of even BEING there.”
he was taken aback. this guy saw through his façade?! what the hell was this guy?! who did he think he was?! a pain in his ass THAT’S for sure! “yeah well, from the looks of it you wouldn’t seem to last either with that pompous stick up your ass.”
the other put a hand up in mock shock. “my my, how unprofessional of you.”
“well having to deal with YOU for the past twenty minutes doesn’t help a hell of a whole lot!” he replied, arrows starting to pop out of his head. “you and your all high and mighty attitude under those sharp handsome features, pisses me off!”
as honey huffed from letting it all out the other man stared at him wide eyed… before smirking? “hmm, so this is the center huh?”
honey glared back raising a brow “hah?!”
“the center of your being.” the other replied. “how unhandsome it is.”
“WHY YO-”
“I like it.”
whatever steam honey had quickly fled out as he stared back at the other flabbergasted. “…huh?”
“I find it interesting, seeing the true inner self of people. the core if you will.” he answered, swishing the small bit of champagne he had in his glass around. “it’s so boring seeing the same cardboard facades all the time. it’s like a machine. the outside you know enough to see how it operates and what it does, but the inside holds all the little secrets that make it up. what operates what, what on the inside sets it off, what makes it tick.” he then took a last sip of the champagne. “I find it more interesting than the outside really.”
honey felt everything drop as he heard him talk. somehow, it didn’t sound like a pack of lies. he sounded truthful about it, his intrigue over it sounded sincere. suddenly the other stood up from his seat, taking out a wallet and putting on the counter a check for the drink.
“put it on my tab.” he said. honey took the slip of paper, suddenly noticing another piece of paper to it. separating the two he looked at the other piece of paper, finding a 3 on it. he looked back at the other with a risen brow, showing him the slip.
“ah yes, what’re my manors?” he realized, extending a hand. “trois.”
honey looked at his hand before extending his own, shaking it. “…honey.”
once they let go trois started to leave before turning back for a second. “oh also, that’s the number of my apartment room.” he said with a wink. “i’ll see you then~.”
honey felt his cheeks grow warm for a second. “…when you get fired and can’t pay your bills that is.” trois muttered, loud enough for the bartender to hear. there was a loud noise of glass shattering. “DAMN YOU TROIS!” honey cursed as the other had already made his leave. he looked at his bleeding hand, which was thanks to gripping the glass so hard it broke and scoffed at it, making his way to the back room to clean it up.
…wait did he just offer an open door to him? whatever he thought that French bastard wasn’t gonna get ANY company for a LONG while.