#hws bft

[jackce]

BAD FRIENDS TRIO

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[putagal]

maybe they banged before all that

[seselblue]

[hetaliahottakes]

Countries that the BFT/BTT would sucker into(or could) hanging out with them:

Germany

Romano/N Italy

Austria

Hungary

England

Scotland

Portugal

There's probably a whole lot more characters too. Off note: Do we not have tags for the BTT/BFT?? ~ (¯´★`¯)

[oumaheroes]

Hellooo!!! I love love loveee your work. I fell in love with ur FrUK fics (esp stargazing and the Grace of forgetting) before your btt fics. I rlly rlly rlly love your headcannons as well.

So I was wondering what you’d think of a fic where Antonio and Gilbert are secretly following Francis on his date with Arthur (maybe they’re doing some silly shenanigans, or trying to wingman Francis but it goes wrong, or maybe they’re just going to use whatever content they get for blackmail later) hehehehe tysm!! I really love your writing!

Thank you, Anon! ;u; I'm glad you like my work

I'm afraid I couldn't give you the exact silly fic you asked for but I don't see Francis needing a wingman at all, or being possible to blackmail with his exploits. He's too confident in himself and with his choices and his friends know this

Have a quick drabble of a failed pick up attempt, however

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‘How much.’

‘Tenner.’

‘Tenner?’

Gilbert shrugs, ‘I bet a tenner.’

Antonio shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink, ‘Waste of money.’

‘Ten pounds isn’t a lot.’

‘It is if you’re throwing it away.’

‘Don’t offer to bet on something so stupid then.’

They both watch Francis up at the bar. From their table they can’t see much of him- the pub is crowded and he’s well covered by the huddle of thirsty and already rowdy patrons waiting to be served. But they can see his face well enough, with his easy smile and low lidded eyes turned towards someone on his right. It’s just his profile, but it’s enough. The look is one they’ve seen him wear many times before.

His target, a thin blond man next to him, is frowning at him, dark eyebrows drawn low with the threat of a sneer.

Antonio waggles his drink, consideringly, ‘Maybe.’

Gilbert grins, ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ Antonio reaches out his glass towards Gilbert, ‘Tenner says he fails.’

‘Tenner says he takes him home.’

‘Deal.’

Gilbert clinks his glass against Antonio’s and they both drink. At the bar, the crowd of people part for just a moment to show Francis’ hand resting dangerously low down on the unknown man’s back. Antonio hisses and Gilbert laughs.

‘Might as well buy me a drink now and get it over with.’

‘They’re not home yet.’

‘They will be.’

‘You don-‘

There’s a sudden shout of alarm. Both turn their attention back to the bar in time to watch the crowd step back and reveal Francis clutching his nose, his face now one of thunder. The blond he was talking to shoves him and Francis shoves him back, blood dribbling freely down his top lip. The crowd closes around them again, nearby men grabbing them to haul them apart as others shout and hurriedly step back.

‘Shit.’

Antonio raises an eyebrow and looks at Gilbert in askance, ‘Should we help?’

Gilbert finishes his drink, ‘Nah. We deserve to enjoy it sometimes.’

Antonio laughs and pushes across his leftover chips to Gilbert in offering, jerking his head towards the mess at the bar. Francis is shouting something, his French too quick for Gilbert to translate, ‘That doesn’t mean anything though, does it. He might still get him.’

Gilbert thinks back to all of the times he’s come home to find Francis in bed with a stranger, and all the other times he’s found him with people whom he claims to hate. Francis always likes a challenge and this blond stranger was a challenge indeed. Gilbert gets the feeling too that the man, whilst shouting and gesticulating wildly in response to whatever it was that Francis said, oddly seems to be enjoying himself.

Gilbert sighs and picks at Antonio’s paltry offering.

‘I’m staying at yours tonight.’

‘It’ll cost you a tenner.’

‘Fuck you.’

[doritosvargas]

u know what’s funny is to me france rlly is the glue of the bft but my fave pairing out of all of them is spapru

[proosh]

Alphas Fran and Toni competing to put pups in omega Gil,,

[breitzbachbea]

the BTT are all believers, two of them part time lovers, one full time, and all bottoms. They're two thirds everything but only one is awesome

Not sure I agree with everything but the first one here, but you say such beautiful words nonnie. thank you for sharing this wisdom, I will release it into the wild for like minds.